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…
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 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…
And then there was land. Lots and lots of land. Too much land in fact. We wanted to see it all (but couldn’t. obviously.). It’s hard to think back to two months ago when we Read more…
We should have known that Panama wouldn’t let us go too easily… It’s Panama…. Nothing and I mean NOTHING is easy!!! I successfully checked us out in the manner our wonderful agent had advised (you Read more…
Every captain has a parrot, a wooden leg and an eye patch. Everyone knows that. I learned it when I was 4… But as I rocked up at my very first sailing boat (Fiddler) back Read more…