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Crossing Oceans

The world of blue engulfed us. Like good subjects, we acquiesced ourselves to her rule; her wind, her waves, her life. I’ve spent so much time at sea this year, it’s like home – being out on the water! Three French Amel ketches set their sails, leaving the picturesque friendly Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
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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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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
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Lady in Waiting

Six weeks ago I sat on the beach watching what was meant to be my last Cape Town sunset. Surrounded by so many of my favourite people, my heart yelled at me to stay! Why did I want to drift away from the most beautiful city in the world? From Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago