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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. After nine epic days with the phenomenal crew aboard Grande Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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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; we were off. With a two-meter draft, we needed the Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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And then they said NO!!

The Americans said “No!” They didn’t want me. I’d spent most of the money I had left in the world on a visa* and without giving a reason, my application was denied. (No, they did not check my bank account. Yes, I wore shoes). I stared in disbelief, put on Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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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 day sail up from Martinique. Good winds. Good waters. Great Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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Journey to the Other Side

We did it! We survived four weeks of the blues. And while that might sound depressing, I assure you that these blues were pure bliss. After a good fight wrestling the mooring ball for our lines, Papillon sailed out of Saint Helena; leaving the island to shrink in our wake Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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The Butterfly Effect

I was busy booking a flight to Europe when the neighbours dinghied over. “Do you want to come with us?” I thought they meant into town. But later that same afternoon I had moved all my earthly belongings one boat over and taken refuge in my new catamarany home; Papillon. Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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For the Birds

Our three day stop over has just ticked three weeks. And if you’re not a yachty, you’d struggle to understand how that’s possible! But delays are all part of the sailing life. And Namibia is an alright kind of place to get stuck in. I know what you’re thinking, it’s Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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Live Long . Travel Free.

The eyes of the traveler see more in a week than many see in a lifetime! I’m not talking tourism; But TRAVEL: Immersing yourself in the world and getting lost in it! Allowing yourself to meet new and interesting people and truly exploring the sights, sounds, tastes, cultures, beats, smells, Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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Namibia Beckons

I couldn’t believe that we were finally off! After so many farewells and false starts and restarts; could it actually be that we were truly sailing out of Hout Bay? For good? Morwenna chugged out of the marina and we turned into the wind to set her sails. There wasn’t Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago