After leaving Auckland, had a beautiful evening ahead of us - the weather cleared completely, and lots of people sat out on deck, in the wind, to watch the sunset, braving any queasiness. The bridge and the mess were rife with storytelling and introductions. But by 10pm, most people were tucked up in bed.

This breakfast time this morning, the sun was up, and the Rainbow Warrior was off Cape Brett, making for Matauri Bay, the last resting place of the first warrior. I think it was reaching that inspired Martini to sit down at my laptop, and write his story. Patu grasped Marelle's hand, and sang a song to her, for her father.

By 1pm we had entered the harbour of Whangaroa, the landscape of which is nothing short of prehistoric - full of incredible volcanic looking pinnacles of rock, surrounded by lush vegetation. I was getting up on the 'monkey island' - on top of the bridge, when Dean shouted to me that he'd seen a penguin!

At 2pm we came alongside the small wharf, our huge old ship dwarfing the sailing boats and launches. All afternoon we've had an afternoon of welcomes and reunions and hugs and boxes of food. Ant has just rushed in, telling me that dinner is ready. I must go...

- Dave