A life on the high seas: John Fairfax stands beside his 22-foot rowing boat, Britannia, at King George V Dock in London, prior to sailing to the Canary Islands from where he rowed to Miami. From NYTimes
He believed a human could accomplish anything if they had confidence. When he would get an idea in mind, he would pursue it and say, 'I can do it.' Tiffany Fairfax, wife of adventurer John Fairfax
He crossed the Atlantic because it was there, and the Pacific because it was also there.
He made both crossings in a rowboat because it, too, was there, and because the lure of sea, spray and sinew, and the history-making chance to traverse two oceans without steam or sail, proved irresistible.
In 1969, after six months alone on the Atlantic battling storms, sharks and encroaching madness, John Fairfax, who died this month at 74, became the first lone oarsman in recorded history to traverse any ocean.
In 1972, he and his girlfriend, Sylvia Cook, sharing a boat, became the first people to row across the Pacific, a yearlong ordeal during which their craft was thought lost.
(The couple survived the voyage, and so, for quite some time, did their romance.)
Both journeys were the subject of fevered coverage by the news media.
They inspired two memoirs by Mr. Fairfax, “Britannia: Rowing Alone Across the Atlantic” and, with Ms. Cook, “Oars Across the Pacific,” both published in the early 1970s.
Fairfax powered his 22-foot (6.7 metre) rowboat "Britannia"
from Gran Canaria to Hollywood Beach, Florida,
becoming first to row solo across an ocean
Mr. Fairfax died on Feb. 8 at his home in Henderson, Nev., near Las Vegas.
The apparent cause was a heart attack, said his wife, Tiffany.
A professional astrologer, she is his only immediate survivor.
Ms. Cook, who became an upholsterer and spent the rest of her life quietly on dry land (though she remained a close friend of Mr. Fairfax), lives outside London.
For all its bravura, Mr. Fairfax’s seafaring almost pales beside his earlier ventures.
Footloose and handsome, he was a flesh-and-blood character out of Graham Greene, with more than a dash of Hemingway and Ian Fleming shaken in.
At 9, he settled a dispute with a pistol.
At 13, he lit out for the Amazon jungle.
At 20, he attempted suicide-by-jaguar.
Afterward he was apprenticed to a pirate.
To please his mother, who did not take kindly to his being a pirate, he briefly managed a mink farm, one of the few truly dull entries on his otherwise crackling résumé, which lately included a career as a professional gambler.
Mr. Fairfax was among the last avatars of a centuries-old figure: the lone-wolf explorer, whose exploits are conceived to satisfy few but himself.
His was a solitary, contemplative art that has been all but lost amid the contrived derring-do of adventure-based reality television.
The only child of an English father and a Bulgarian mother, John Fairfax was born on May 21, 1937, in Rome, where his mother had family; he scarcely knew his father, who worked in London for the BBC.
Seeking to give her son structure, his mother enrolled him at 6 in the Italian Boy Scouts.
It was there, Mr. Fairfax said, that he acquired his love of nature — and his determination to bend it to his will.
On a camping trip when he was 9, John concluded a fight with another boy by filching the scoutmaster’s pistol and shooting up the campsite.
No one was injured, but his scouting career was over.
His parents’ marriage dissolved soon afterward, and he moved with his mother to Buenos Aires.
A bright, impassioned dreamer, he devoured tales of adventure, including an account of the voyage of Frank Samuelsen and George Harbo, Norwegians who in 1896 were the first to row across the Atlantic.
John vowed that he would one day make the crossing alone.
At 13, in thrall to Tarzan, he ran away from home to live in the jungle.
He survived there as a trapper with the aid of local peasants, returning to town periodically to sell the jaguar and ocelot skins he had collected.
He later studied literature and philosophy at a university in Buenos Aires and at 20, despondent over a failed love affair, resolved to kill himself by letting a jaguar attack him.
When the planned confrontation ensued, however, reason prevailed — as did the gun he had with him.
In Panama, he met a pirate, applied for a job as a pirate’s apprentice and was taken on.
He spent three years smuggling guns, liquor and cigarettes around the world, becoming captain of one of his boss’s boats, work that gave him superb navigational skills.
When piracy lost its luster, he gave his boss the slip and fetched up in 1960s London, at loose ends.
He revived his boyhood dream of crossing the ocean and, since his pirate duties had entailed no rowing, he began to train.
He rowed daily on the Serpentine, the lake in Hyde Park.
Barely more than half a mile long, it was about one eight-thousandth the width of the Atlantic, but it would do.
Swimmers met John Fairfax and his 22-foot rowboat, the Britannia, in Hollywood, Fla., in 1969. On Jan. 20, 1969, Mr. Fairfax pushed off from the Canary Islands, bound for Florida.
His 22-foot craft, the Britannia, was the Rolls-Royce of rowboats: made of mahogany, it had been created for the voyage by the eminent English boat designer Uffa Fox.
It was self-righting, self-bailing and partly covered.
Aboard were provisions (Spam, oatmeal, brandy); water; and a temperamental radio.
There was no support boat and no chase plane — only Mr. Fairfax and the sea.
He caught fish and sometimes boarded passing ships to cadge food, water and showers.
The long, empty days spawned a temporary madness.
Desperate for female company, he talked ardently to the planet Venus.
On July 19, 1969 — Day 180 — Mr. Fairfax, tanned, tired and about 20 pounds lighter, made landfall at Hollywood, Fla.
“This is bloody stupid,” he said as he came ashore.
Two years later, he was at it again.
This time Ms. Sylvia Cook, a secretary and competitive rower he had met in London, was aboard.
Their new boat, the Britannia II, also a Fox design, was about 36 feet long, large enough for two though still little more than a toy on the Pacific.
Oars across the Pacific“He’s always been a gambler,” Ms. Sylvia Cook, 73, recalled by telephone on Wednesday.“He was going to the casino every night when I met him — it was craps in those days. And at the end of the day, adventures are a kind of gamble, aren’t they?”Their crossing, from San Francisco to Hayman Island, Australia, took 361 days — from April 26, 1971, to April 22, 1972 — and was an 8,000-mile cornucopia of disaster.“It was very, very rough, and our rudder got snapped clean off,” Ms. Cook said.
“We were frequently swamped, and at night you didn’t know if the boat was the right way up or the wrong way up.”Mr. Fairfax was bitten on the arm by a shark, and he and Ms. Cook became trapped in a cyclone, lashing themselves to the boat until it subsided.
Unreachable by radio for a time, they were presumed lost.For all that, Ms. Cook said, there were abundant pleasures.
“The nights not too hot, sunny days when you could just row,” she recalled.
“You just hear the clunking of the rowlocks, and you stop rowing and hear little splashings of the sea.”
Mr. Fairfax was often asked why he chose a rowboat to beard two roiling oceans. John Fairfax departs from the Canary Islands for his solo crossing over the Atlantic
“Almost anybody with a little bit of know-how can sail,” he said in a profile on the Web site of the Ocean Rowing Society International, which adjudicates ocean rowing records.
“I’m after a battle with nature, primitive and raw.”Such battles are a young man’s game.With Ms. Cook, Mr. Fairfax went back to the Pacific in the mid-’70s to try to salvage a cache of lead ingots from a downed ship they had spied on their crossing.
But the plan proved unworkable, and he never returned to sea.In recent years, Mr. Fairfax made his living playing baccarat, the card game also favored by James Bond.Baccarat is equal parts skill and chance.
It lets the player wield consummate mastery while consigning him simultaneously to the caprices of fate.Links :
- WP : ‘Professional adventurer’ John Fairfax dies at 74
- TheTelegraph : John Fairfax
- FT : The adventurer who was first to row solo across an ocean
- WSJ : A solo seafarer, armed only with oars