Hitch

Hustling

I toyed with my last euro; fingering it nervously. I carefully browsed the supermarket isles. What could I afford? What did I need? No, stuff that! What did I want? Chocolate? Chips? A piece of fruit? Half a vegetable? I Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Sail

Europe Bound

I perched on the bow watching Bermuda and the determination of my fate draw closer. The blues shifted from dark purple and bright ocean navies into the array of turquoises that are inexplicably unique to the islands that possess them. Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Sail

Big Bear

    Seven days into our five-day voyage we were still stuck in the windless doldrums and we had just struck half way… At the strike of midnight, after a tasty slice of homemade lemon meringue to celebrate Gildas’, the captain, birth; Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Sail

Hey Haiti

Haiti, a living postcard strewn among the Leward islands of the Caribbean. A land where the only thing more abundant than palm trees is trash. And the local greeting is “give me one dollar.” It was a stunning smooth six Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago