Took off from Jibbon beach in a huge southerly on a broad reach to New Zealand. (Before I knew how to gybe or water start.) Was too scared to try and turn around because I knew I'd fall off, so I just kept going, until the land began to look rather distant.

In fading light, was about to ditch everything, and try to paddle my Bombora tri-fin a few miles back to boat harbour (yeah, that's how far I'd gone). At the last moment, a deep see fishing boat happened to come past and rescued me.

In retrospect, bloody stupid, breaking just about every safety rule in the book. (Though I did carry some spare uni-joint rope in my harness

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