Sail
Becoming. The Pearl of the Pacific.
Wind in my hair, salt on my skin, the scent of tea constantly rising through the companionway to infiltrate my briny nostrils… The sea gypsy is back. …And just in time too; The crew Read more…
Wind in my hair, salt on my skin, the scent of tea constantly rising through the companionway to infiltrate my briny nostrils… The sea gypsy is back. …And just in time too; The crew Read more…
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 Read more…
You know that feeling you get just before you begin a new chapter?? When you hear adventure calling your name and the beckoning is so loud that you have to heed it… even though Read more…
By looking back at pictures from the last few months I think I’m starting to realize why so many people have mistaken us for hippies – but in fact we´re gypsies – there is a Read more…
The only reassurance about anything that you will find in Shelter Bay Three weeks of blood, sweat and tears culminate today… and to be honest we don’t think we’re ready for it… So where was Read more…
(Petite Piton, Saint Lucia) After putting it off for four or fourteen or maybe even a few more days than that; I’m proud to announce I’ve finally had a shower… I think the whole of Read more…
And just like that, I was a gypsy again. Real life was over (it lasted nearly 7 months – and that’s a personal best!) and unemployment had finally struck. I’d been eagerly anticipating this moment Read more…
The purple seas swarmed rigorously about me as I tried in desperation to locate south and; more importantly, the captain. Clearly the breathing of fresh Southern hemisphere air was too much for him to handle, Read more…