Sail

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
Sail

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
Sail

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
Sail

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
Cycle

Anywhere for a Hug

“Make sure you come visit if you’re ever in [insert random name of strange town you will likely never visit]” -Anyone who has ever traveled is familiar with this phrase. It has become something of a generic salutation, the “politically correct” open-ended goodbye that is expected among gypsies. On the Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Explore

Lesotho for Lunch

A one way ticket to Bloemfontein. Yes, I know what you’re thinking…   But it was good stuffing my measly supply of gypsy essentials into my pack again.  It felt right stepping out of the front door and taking the hike down the road to the bus station.  Good Friday Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago