The little wooden boat skipped across the smallish waves that flowed east to west in Suva Harbour. We passed many Chinese and Japanese fishing vessels on our journey towards the main Harbour. About 500m from shore a very distinct image could be seen. The front 1/4 of one a doppelgänger of one of the many ships I was passing. Apisane made a direct line for the remains of the boat and said it would take about 10min to reach the ship.
As we sped across the harbour I couldn't help but smile. Over the last 18months I've done what I would class as some pretty weird stuff. I usually refer to it as "Tim stuff" because it's the stuff I want to do on my journey. For a brief period I forgot the journey. I forgot to chase my dreams and pursue those out of the ordinary moments that truly make life worth living. Riding a tuktuk around Angkor Watt, exploring old town Montevideo, returning to a lake in southern Australian with water smooth a shot silk, getting my photo ruined by a duck in Holland, freezing on the shores of Milford Sound and million more experiences that could be classed as "Tim stuff" was being added to on a wooden dinghy speeding across a busy harbour on a tropical island.
The story of the ship wasn't as exciting as the image that grew ever closer. The ship had simply started to sink moored off the shore in the harbour. The vessel was empty while it slowly sunk to its current resting place. It was cheaper to leave the ship where it was than to remove it and it has become a permanent part of the harbour. As we circled the ship trying to get a truly memorable image, the name of the ship added an element of irony. Left to rest in the harbour, semi submerged at an dramatic angle, was the Chinese vessel RISING 26 No rising would be taking place. The harbour was in my opinion better for having her in this most unique and exciting form.
We toured the harbour and visited many other ships left to their final resting within their harbour with equally ironic names, and one strange building out in the water I couldn't quite figure out. Nearly 19 years after shipwreck stories filled my imagination, I got to get a little adventure amongst the remains of a few former boats. The stories weren't as dramatic as those I'd followed around the Great Ocean Road, but the images were every bit a step amazing.