What I’m scared of is seasickness. The first crew has already been sailing on The Swan for about a week. It’s been hard to be in touch with them, as there hasn’t been a lot of Internet. What we did hear however, is that quite a few people were suffering from seasickness. the weather prediction for the next couple of days is rain and storm. Alarm bells for my equilibrium point. I also heard that the bunks are very small. I’m tall (I’m Dutch) and apparently 120 years ago the people were a lot smaller. This expedition already makes me feel like a city girl, and we haven’t even started.

Last night most of the second crew arrived, we had the most wonderful dinner (lamb) and I was talking to the Swiss artist Ursula Biemann. I had already spotted her work at the Maledive Pavilion at the Venice Biennale earlier this year and she told me about a new project she was developing, working in the Amazon. She mentioned she would be visiting a beautiful Fitzcarraldo like forrest.

Fitzcarraldo, the 1982 film by Werner Herzog, happens to be one of my favorite films, and suddenly I felt a strong link with where I am now.

There is a boat, and there’s a pretty exciting challenge.

Ps: he the link to a few words of Herzog on dreams: