Daily report #92

The nomadic life,

We have encountered them and we have already told about them. Karin and Haydn in their Westerly near Darwin, A couple in a mini boat on Reunion, Kobus and Thearatia on their Polish ship in Port Elizabeth, Eric and Dina in Cape Town and Steve and Tamara on their Spanish boat. Newly married in St. Helena. I still have bubbles in my head. And I always think of the song Killer Queen. Expensive Champagne. In other words, the nomads of the sea.
I've been thinking about it for a while. After all, I have some time for that. Although the thoughts tend to take the vortex form and leave your mother soul alone in the eye. A lonely place.
Thinking about the question of what makes these people decide to sell everything that is 'home' and circumnavigate the world on a boat? Or an attempt to do so. Mark and I are now well into sailing halfway around the world and I think it's a very big puddle of water. Who can suddenly turn from sweet into a monster that can really scare you. Mother soul alone with the elements. And then your boat, which, I have now also understood from all nomads, can always let you down at the worst possible time. And then you have to be damn handy, have enough spare parts on board and have the time and patience to solve it before you get into even bigger problems. So that you don't have to resort to the last resort. Or ask other people for help. Always difficult.
And then the budget. I understood from one of these sailors that they started with their own boat, 30,000 coins and a small income of 700 per month (which later disappeared). And if I put 1 and 1 together correctly, then I understood from most of them that work had to be done again before anything could be repaired or maintenance carried out. In other words; tiny house, tiny income, no next port for a while. An uncertain existence. Hustling.
They were all good at fishing and barbecuing. Yes.
Of course I know the answer to this question. People! The best thing about being a human being in this world. Meeting other people.
Almost everywhere you go there are nice, helpful and like-minded interested people with a boat or otherwise nautically involved. ! Or plans. (Just sell the house). And it's all great fun. Just look at each other's boat. Everyone is complimentary. Have a beer together. Eating together. Telling each other stories and exchanging experiences. Everyone is Captain Caleb. (I believe that's his name). It's beautiful. Where is the journey going? What did you catch? And of course we were a bit disappointed because we only caught 1 fish and didn't want to commit murder afterwards. Fortunately it was a large fish with good taste. So we were still allowed to stay. Fantastic. People.
And of course an old Urk saying also applies here; visitors and fish stay fresh for three days. And then you'll be back on your own boat in your own way, ready to move on. On the way to other people.

People and Moby Dick.

Greetings from Mark and Ton. Finally a clear head after all that Moët et Chandon.

P.S

My wife won't let me type Grt anymore. 'That just can not be!' The editor. She picks up my spelling mistakes to make me seem much smarter than I actually am. What a sweety!
And also a word of thanks to my son who receives all these emails and immediately forwards them to my wife so that she can place them on the site after editing.
(Also made by my son in close collaboration with his father).

 

Editor's PS2

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