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Thursday, September 30, 2004 

Pitcairn Island

"As you sail towards Pitcairn, you approach one of the remotest of the world's inhabited islands, lying halfway between New Zealand and the Americas.  Four thousand eight hundred kilometres of open ocean separate you from them; a few archipelagos lie to the north; and the southern seas are empty to the ice caps of Antarctica.

If you call at Pitcairn, you will see a unique community of Anglo-Tahitian descent which turned a naval mutiny into a celebrated romance."

The facinating history of mutineers who formed a community on the island in the late 18th Century and existed in secret, largely isolated from the rest of the world.

Found via Cyrus Farivar's cfarivar.org, thank you kindly.