Day 11…Transpacific Cruise…Out to sea..Crossing the equator…Unique situation in Kiribati…

King Neptune, poolside, getting ready for the Equator crossing celebration.

We took today’s photos from our post when we crossed the Equator while cruising on May 29, 2915, which can be found here.

There are moments in travel when the map becomes more than lines and names, when a place feels almost mythical simply because of where it sits in the world. Today is one of those days. As we sail across the equator, we pass the scattered islands of Kiribati, a country so uniquely positioned on the planet that it seems to stretch time and geography in ways that are difficult to grasp until you are here, watching it unfold in full.

Kiribati is not a single landmass but a vast collection of low-lying coral atolls spread across an enormous expanse of the central Pacific Ocean. It consists of 33 islands divided into three main groups: the Gilbert Islands, the Phoenix Islands, and the Line Islands. From afar, it may appear insignificant on a map, little dots lost in a sea of blue, but standing here today, knowing we are passing alongside it, the scale feels immense. The ocean dominates everything, and these islands exist as resilient outposts in a world ruled by water.

Crazy activities during the Equator celebrations poolside.

What makes Kiribati especially fascinating today is its relationship with the equator and the way its islands are scattered across four hemispheres. As we cross this invisible line, we are aware that we are moving between worlds, from north to south, from one half of the planet to the other. There is no marker in the water, no signpost to confirm the moment, yet it carries a sense of significance that is hard to ignore.

Spaghetti on the head.

Kiribati is the only country in the world that spans all four hemispheres. It extends across the equator, from the Northern Hemisphere into the Southern Hemisphere, and stretches so far east that it once straddled the International Date Line before the line was adjusted to keep the country on the same calendar day. This unusual geography gives Kiribati four touch points in a symbolic sense. The Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western Hemispheres all meet within its borders, making it a place where the divisions we often take for granted become blurred.

As we pass by today, I find myself imagining those four touchpoints not as exact coordinates but as moments of connection. Somewhere to our north lie islands that sit just above the equator. In contrast, others stretch below us into the southern waters. Far to the west, the Gilbert Islands form the cultural and population heart of the country, including the capital at South Tarawa. To the east, the Line Islands extend deep into the Pacific, including remote and rarely visited places like Kiritimati, one of the largest coral atolls in the world.

Passengers participating in poolside activities.

It is remarkable to think that these islands, so widely dispersed, belong to a single nation. Life here is shaped by isolation, by the rhythm of tides, by the endless horizon. The people of Kiribati have built their lives in harmony with the ocean, relying on fishing, coconut cultivation, and a deep understanding of their environment. That existence is simple, but it is also a strength that comes from living in such a delicate balance with nature.

And yet, there is also a certain vulnerability. Kiribati is often mentioned in conversations about rising sea levels, as its islands sit only a few meters above sea level, making them among the most at-risk places in the world. As we glide past, the beauty of these islands is undeniable, but so too is the awareness that their future is uncertain. It adds a layer of poignancy to this moment, knowing that places like this may change dramatically within our lifetime.

Staff members are preparing for more activities poolside.

Still, today is not a day for worry. It is a day for witnessing. The ocean stretches endlessly around us, the sky feels wider somehow, and the idea that we are crossing both the equator and passing a country that touches all four hemispheres gives the day a sense of quiet wonder. There is no ceremony, no announcement beyond perhaps a casual mention from the bridge, yet for those who think about it, this is a rare and meaningful passage.

Travel often brings us to famous landmarks and well-known destinations, but sometimes it is these unseen crossings that leave the deepest impression. Kiribati may remain just beyond our view today, its islands low and distant against the horizon, but its presence is felt in the story of where we are and what we are experiencing.

As we continue onward, leaving the equator behind us, there is a subtle shift, not in the sea or the sky, but in our awareness. Once again, we have crossed an invisible boundary and passed by a country that defies our understanding of geography. And somehow, that feels like enough to make this day one we will not soon forget.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, April 24, 2016:

The two little ones played with the hanging branches of a Banyan tree in the middle of town in Darwin, Australia. For more photos, please click here.

Crossing the Equator in a few minutes…Hilarious King Neptune Celebration poolside…

King Neptune is getting ready to start the Equator crossing ceremony.

Soon we’ll be crossing the Equator and the ceremonies poolside is about to begin. We’re sitting at a table near the pool with new friends with Pat and Charles from Missouri, USA and having a blast.

The dancers heading out to the main area.

From Wikipedia, here’s info on the crossing of the Equator:

“The ceremony of Crossing the Line is an initiation rite in the British Merchant Navy, Dutch merchant navy, Royal Navy, U.S. Navy, U.S. Coast Guard, U.S. Marine Corps, Russian Navy, and other navies that commemorates a sailor’s first crossing of the Equator. The tradition may have originated with ceremonies when passing headlands, and become a “folly” sanctioned as a boost to morale, or have been created as a test for seasoned sailors to ensure their new shipmates were capable of handling long rough times at sea. Sailors who have already crossed the Equator are nicknamed (Trusty/Honorable) Shellbacks, often referred to as Sons of Neptune; those who have not are nicknamed (Slimy) Pollywogs (in 1832 the nickname griffins were noted.”

There he is, King Neptune, the festivities have begun.

Soon the polliwogs will participate by the swimming pool as a celebration of our crossing the Equator. I’d never heard of a pollywog until this cruise which refers to those who’ve volunteered to be indoctrinated through a ritual that includes breaking eggs on their heads and tossing them fully clothed into the pool.

The human resource manager getting “egged.”

As the participants kneel to have the raw eggs broken over their heads the crowd is roaring and laughing over the fun antics. It couldn’t be more fun. At the moment, the hosts of the party just dumped cups of flour on top of the heads of those that had been egged. The crowd roars some more.

One of the hosts of the ceremonies, the Cruise Director.

The inclusion of various staff members in the festivities only adds to the frenzy of the crowd; the human resources manager and various ship officers. It makes us all laugh at how it must have been Roman times when people were mocked in the square especially when the staff members are being beaten with wet pasta.

It appeared that every passenger was watching the festivities.

Why is it we humans get a kick out of such festivities, I’ll never know. Perhaps, part of our humor is over the fact that we’re just happy it’s not us out there being egged, floured, and beaten with wet noodles. In any case, it’s rather humorous and neither of us is exempt from this good humor.

The “kiss the fish” ceremony.

Now, the environmental managers are having to “kiss the fish” which is hilariously followed by more egg breaking and flour dumped on their heads and down their shirts, and finally, full bowls of cost red pasta sauce dumped over their heads.

The second cruise director getting egged.

Now, passengers are volunteering for the final part of King Neptune’s Equator ceremony as a dozen seniors and a few younger passengers kneel on the floor to be indoctrinated as “pollywogs,” as those who are experiencing crossing the Equator for the first time in their lives. 

Getting “floured.”

Again, the broken eggs, the flour and the wet pasta, and finally, the red pasta sauce and the crowd is going wild.

Getting “pasta noodled.”

Today, we share these photos, tongue in cheek, admiring the brave souls who volunteered to be spectacles of themselves. The final volunteer was one of the cruise directors who are hilarious and a great sport.

Pasta and pasta sauce on the head of a brave passenger.
The Cruise Director getting floured.

As of this moment, we have crossed the Equator and are in the southern hemisphere for the next almost two years to come. The adventure has just begun!

What a brave guy!


Photo from one year ago today, May 28, 2014:

An ocean view in Madeira, Portugal one year ago.  It was at this time one year ago we began making some new plans for the future. Please click here for details.