This reckless, random review of our family trip around the world on the Phoenix would be easier if I could just post my parent's book about it, All in the Same Boat, and some day I hope to do that.
Until then you'll have to be content with a few tidbits and great gaps between them. We have been (more or less) following our route from Japan to Hawaii and the South Pacific: Kilauea erupting on the Big Island, Mi-ke having kittens in Tahiti, hunting for an egg for a birthday cake on Tahaa (also in the Society Islands), visiting an elementary school in American Samoa, delivering a snake mackerel to New Zealand. I used to dream of escaping back to New Zealand after the delight of watching tiny dogs with clear distant barks round up tiny herds of sheep on green hills. I'm skipping over Australia, sailing to Sydney, going overland to Melbourne to visit friends we'd met in Nijimura when the Australian Forces' stay there overlapped with ours, sailing up through the Great Barrier Reef to Cairns.
Instead I'm jumping ahead to Indonesia. I will take you by pony cart into the depths of Bali for a demonic harvest festival. . .