Hey guys,
So we are one day late, but I'm about to go to the boat right now to take off for good. My parents got me a cool Spot geotagger, so it should update our position on a map for you guys to see, even when we're at sea. I don't know if it is going to work however, because I just linked it up. The map at the top of the blog may or may not be working, and if not, try this link to check.
Talk to you from the Bahamas!
Alex
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Almost leaving
So, as Alex has said, we are leaving tomorrow night in order to arrive in the Bahamas sometime monday. I'm pumped.
Also, I wrote a cheesy poem about the goals of our trip. Here it goes:
I've often wondered since I was young
What lies where the sun comes from?
a simple question, but a clear mystery
who dreams on the other side of the sea?
Look it up in a book, you might say
But the answer just becomes further away
You can't smell the flowers
And you can't feel the breeze
It's just not the same, the pictures of these
And there are as many answers to these questions
As there are the people to ask them
Like a torrent downriver turns into a stream
With patience and distance you see your reflection
So now I am leaving my school and my home
To answer my questions on my own
Who will I find? What will I see?
The answer is still a mystery to me
So if you have quietly sat and wondered these things
A whisper at night, the train station bell rings
Calling your name to find out what is true
Because the answers are our there,
But the only one who can find them, is you
Alex, upon reading my poem, gave me interesting insight via a quote.
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting in the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer - they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer." - Ken Kesey
Here's to never finding the answer.
After the work is done... from Topher Wright on Vimeo.
Also, I wrote a cheesy poem about the goals of our trip. Here it goes:
I've often wondered since I was young
What lies where the sun comes from?
a simple question, but a clear mystery
who dreams on the other side of the sea?
Look it up in a book, you might say
But the answer just becomes further away
You can't smell the flowers
And you can't feel the breeze
It's just not the same, the pictures of these
And there are as many answers to these questions
As there are the people to ask them
Like a torrent downriver turns into a stream
With patience and distance you see your reflection
So now I am leaving my school and my home
To answer my questions on my own
Who will I find? What will I see?
The answer is still a mystery to me
So if you have quietly sat and wondered these things
A whisper at night, the train station bell rings
Calling your name to find out what is true
Because the answers are our there,
But the only one who can find them, is you
Alex, upon reading my poem, gave me interesting insight via a quote.
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting in the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer - they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer." - Ken Kesey
Here's to never finding the answer.
Adventure?
So, you were probably expecting a grand adventure from Tawfer and I. But really, it seems as if all we have done so far is fly to Miami and hang out on a boat. You're probably wondering what the H-E double hockey sticks (thanks sexpot) we've been doing all this time. Well Marie, you'll be happy to know that we've decided that in dire need, I will be the one who is eaten, because I'm the largest and have the most meat. But anyways, we've been doing alot of work to the boat to make her sea worthy. For example, Dimitri has been honing his belly flop skills:
Grant has been working on his pole climbing:
Owen has been training on rigging tecnique:
And Tawfer has been doing some light reading:
Buuutttt, other than that stuff we've been fixing systems and rigging sails for the trip. We've managed to fix the bilge pump, assemble the roller furling, prepare an amergency rudder and dan buoy, fix the freshwater system and all the while eat fresh lobster and snapper for dinner.
I was told before I came here that the police system in Miami was corrupt, and I didn't believe it. But the past few days have shown that to me. If you don't have money in Miami, the police hate you. They support the interests of the rich, and oppress the freedom of those who have less. There are three different policing agencies on the water, each one trying to take away the freedom of the sea from those who use it the most. They constantly give trouble to the peaceful community of people who live on the water, even though they are the ones who are simply trying to live their lives. It is not reasonable for a city to take control of an entire bay and kick out those who cannot afford a slip alongside multi-million dollar yachts. Some forms of law enforcement do not advance the interests of all, and the city of Miami is one of them.
Thank God for freedom of speech.
We hope to set sail on Sunday night, around midnight, for the Bahamas. It is an 84 mile journey, and we don't know when the next time we will have internet access will be, but we will be sure to update from there.
From the book The Circumnavigators:
"Perhaps some of this frantic feeling today is due to the underlying insecurity of the times, the realization that the world is not only becoming overcrowded and polluted as it shrinks, but that the old personal freedoms and individual enterprises are being eroded by the emergence of monolithic politcal systems, of totalitarian communist aggresions that, once imposed, are never again thrown off, and of new welfare states that sap the initiative and dull the imagination.
"The oceans of the world are now all that remain for those who seek personal freedom and challenge. The quiet desperation of many who still cherish individualism has become a crushing anxiety to embark before it is too late."
Grant has been working on his pole climbing:Owen has been training on rigging tecnique:And Tawfer has been doing some light reading:Buuutttt, other than that stuff we've been fixing systems and rigging sails for the trip. We've managed to fix the bilge pump, assemble the roller furling, prepare an amergency rudder and dan buoy, fix the freshwater system and all the while eat fresh lobster and snapper for dinner.I was told before I came here that the police system in Miami was corrupt, and I didn't believe it. But the past few days have shown that to me. If you don't have money in Miami, the police hate you. They support the interests of the rich, and oppress the freedom of those who have less. There are three different policing agencies on the water, each one trying to take away the freedom of the sea from those who use it the most. They constantly give trouble to the peaceful community of people who live on the water, even though they are the ones who are simply trying to live their lives. It is not reasonable for a city to take control of an entire bay and kick out those who cannot afford a slip alongside multi-million dollar yachts. Some forms of law enforcement do not advance the interests of all, and the city of Miami is one of them.
Thank God for freedom of speech.
We hope to set sail on Sunday night, around midnight, for the Bahamas. It is an 84 mile journey, and we don't know when the next time we will have internet access will be, but we will be sure to update from there.
From the book The Circumnavigators:
"Perhaps some of this frantic feeling today is due to the underlying insecurity of the times, the realization that the world is not only becoming overcrowded and polluted as it shrinks, but that the old personal freedoms and individual enterprises are being eroded by the emergence of monolithic politcal systems, of totalitarian communist aggresions that, once imposed, are never again thrown off, and of new welfare states that sap the initiative and dull the imagination.
"The oceans of the world are now all that remain for those who seek personal freedom and challenge. The quiet desperation of many who still cherish individualism has become a crushing anxiety to embark before it is too late."
The Droges
There is an entire culture of boat people, or droges, who live on boats and are permanently anchored in the bay. These people, primarily off the grid, exist in a water world of merriment and wonder. The droges seem to have life figured out pretty well, working jobs on land in order to keep the boat floating, and bathing in the sun or fishing off the reef otherwise. Many of them don't have a social security number or bank account, they don't pay rent (or taxes), and they seldom talk about politics or the housing market. Living on peanuts, and reusing the shells.
Working on the dock one day our crew met Chris, a mid-30's bay dude who lives on his boat with his wife, 2 daughters, and a dog. Chris is the type who doesn't know how to stop smiling, and I suppose with that living situation a sense of humor is a necessity.
As we worked, Chris loaded his family into his dingy, leaving his boat, for a mid-afternoon family adventure. Everyone was smiling, and the whole family looked happy to be on board. Hours later, the crew and Yaku were cleaning the dock when the best droge moment occurred.
You could hear it before you could see it, a high pitched screeching wail that can only be created by a 4 year old. Ella, Chris' toddler was obviously suffering some deep injustice. As the dingy rounded the corner, the first visible sign of distress was Ella's naked bottom sticking out of the front of the boat. As she squirmed away from her mother, she threw her arms up in a final display of agony before leaping over the side of the moving watercraft. Her mother, as mothers do, leapt to her rescue, barely grabbing Ella in time to save her from quieting down.
"Get her out of the F**king boat!" Chris was laughing harder than us.
As the craft beached, Ella rolled off the side of the boat into the water, her screech turning into a gurgle momentarily before resurfacing and resuming. This time, louder. Her mother climbed out of the dingy to calm her naked suffering child, and Chris came over to talk to us.
"Hey Yaku, do you have a lighter for this dooby?"
Droges.
EDIT: I made a mistake. They are Derros, for derelict boat owners, which makes more sense. A Droge is something that you drag behind a boat in very stormy seas so you can slow down and stabilize the steering.
Working on the dock one day our crew met Chris, a mid-30's bay dude who lives on his boat with his wife, 2 daughters, and a dog. Chris is the type who doesn't know how to stop smiling, and I suppose with that living situation a sense of humor is a necessity.
As we worked, Chris loaded his family into his dingy, leaving his boat, for a mid-afternoon family adventure. Everyone was smiling, and the whole family looked happy to be on board. Hours later, the crew and Yaku were cleaning the dock when the best droge moment occurred.
You could hear it before you could see it, a high pitched screeching wail that can only be created by a 4 year old. Ella, Chris' toddler was obviously suffering some deep injustice. As the dingy rounded the corner, the first visible sign of distress was Ella's naked bottom sticking out of the front of the boat. As she squirmed away from her mother, she threw her arms up in a final display of agony before leaping over the side of the moving watercraft. Her mother, as mothers do, leapt to her rescue, barely grabbing Ella in time to save her from quieting down.
"Get her out of the F**king boat!" Chris was laughing harder than us.
As the craft beached, Ella rolled off the side of the boat into the water, her screech turning into a gurgle momentarily before resurfacing and resuming. This time, louder. Her mother climbed out of the dingy to calm her naked suffering child, and Chris came over to talk to us.
"Hey Yaku, do you have a lighter for this dooby?"
Droges.
EDIT: I made a mistake. They are Derros, for derelict boat owners, which makes more sense. A Droge is something that you drag behind a boat in very stormy seas so you can slow down and stabilize the steering.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Work, with a healthy side of Cussing
Grant slowly tied himself into a blue canvas contraption that had been sitting on the deck of the boat for days. He was at the base of the mast, and attached the main halyard to a metal ringed hole at the top of the seat. After a quick check of the ropes, we began cranking the winch to hoist Grant up the mast. Turns out our fearless captain is slightly heavier than expected, as indicated by the creaking block.
Once he was at the top of the mast, his task was simple: to put a pin through the top of the forward stay cable, and then lower back down. Of course, this turned out to be slightly more nerve racking than expected. After a few moments at the top of the mast, our confident worker inundated us with a stream of disgruntled sentences.
"Damn boat, why won't the pin just go in? Argghhhh! This f***in boat always gets me." His verbal outburst was of course delivered with kicking and banging of the mast.
Eventually, the pin went in. Most pins would after the amount of hammering this pin had to endure. We lowered him down the mast, and took on our next task, attaching the other end to the bow. Again, this task was slightly more nerve racking than expected. The unstretched cable wasn't long enough to reach, and soon Grant again became angry. This time, there was a boat from a summer camp full of young impressionable children nearby the watch.
"F***in c**t of a boat!" he exclaimed, banging his foot on the boat. After the previous tirade on the mast, his anger quickly subsided and turned to angry sorrow. "Why boat? Always so near to complete then you just f**k me!"
The children were laughing, while the father in the boat quickly turned them around to deliver the children back to their parents where they can talk about what they witnessed that day over the other white meat and peas with their family.
Once he was at the top of the mast, his task was simple: to put a pin through the top of the forward stay cable, and then lower back down. Of course, this turned out to be slightly more nerve racking than expected. After a few moments at the top of the mast, our confident worker inundated us with a stream of disgruntled sentences.
"Damn boat, why won't the pin just go in? Argghhhh! This f***in boat always gets me." His verbal outburst was of course delivered with kicking and banging of the mast.
Eventually, the pin went in. Most pins would after the amount of hammering this pin had to endure. We lowered him down the mast, and took on our next task, attaching the other end to the bow. Again, this task was slightly more nerve racking than expected. The unstretched cable wasn't long enough to reach, and soon Grant again became angry. This time, there was a boat from a summer camp full of young impressionable children nearby the watch.
"F***in c**t of a boat!" he exclaimed, banging his foot on the boat. After the previous tirade on the mast, his anger quickly subsided and turned to angry sorrow. "Why boat? Always so near to complete then you just f**k me!"
The children were laughing, while the father in the boat quickly turned them around to deliver the children back to their parents where they can talk about what they witnessed that day over the other white meat and peas with their family.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Introducing...
Grant, our fearless captain. A military veteran born in the land down under, Grant is our newly tapped resource of all things brilliant, adventurous, and slightly insane. I have been here only 3 days and have already heard quite the earful of adventure stories in between a boundless supply of sailing tips. Having an affinity for misplacing the most important items at the least convenient times, Grant has convinced himself that the ship is cursed and its devious spirit is on the prowl. To keep us humble, of course.
Friday night: I awoke to Grant pacing up and down the cabin cursing. "F**king C**t of a boat, f**king damned curse keeps me in the bay all damn spring." He pounds on the navigation console in a fit of frustration. I take this as a sign that everything is fine, and go back to sleep.
Alex leaps up, eager beaver. "Whatcha looking for Grant?"
"F**king mozzies are in and I can't get a wink, the cols were here I know there were. Blasted cursed boat is toyin again..."
For those that don't speak Australian, mozzies are mosquitoes and the coils are a slow burning incense that keep mozzies at bay. Due to the large mozzie population, we all look like we've caught a mild case of chicken pox. I did not know that a more obnoxious species existed than little brother, but here they are, buzzing about Key Biscayne Bay, South Miami.
"I always put them here, right! here!" Grant continued, near tears.
"But the boat has gotten them and brought the mozzies...
I've been in the bay since February! I can't sleep!!"
"Hey, here they are." Alex announced proudly as he lit up the coil.
I then proceeded to slap myself in the face, barely missing the mosquito.
And justice reigned down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream that would drown every mosquito within 200 yards.
Goodnight.
Friday night: I awoke to Grant pacing up and down the cabin cursing. "F**king C**t of a boat, f**king damned curse keeps me in the bay all damn spring." He pounds on the navigation console in a fit of frustration. I take this as a sign that everything is fine, and go back to sleep.
Alex leaps up, eager beaver. "Whatcha looking for Grant?"
"F**king mozzies are in and I can't get a wink, the cols were here I know there were. Blasted cursed boat is toyin again..."
For those that don't speak Australian, mozzies are mosquitoes and the coils are a slow burning incense that keep mozzies at bay. Due to the large mozzie population, we all look like we've caught a mild case of chicken pox. I did not know that a more obnoxious species existed than little brother, but here they are, buzzing about Key Biscayne Bay, South Miami.
"I always put them here, right! here!" Grant continued, near tears.
"But the boat has gotten them and brought the mozzies...
I've been in the bay since February! I can't sleep!!"
"Hey, here they are." Alex announced proudly as he lit up the coil.
I then proceeded to slap myself in the face, barely missing the mosquito.
And justice reigned down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream that would drown every mosquito within 200 yards.
Goodnight.
Well I've got so many mosquito bites I look like I have chicken pox, and about half of my back is sunburned. The worst feeling in the world is a sunburn that just keeps itching. Itch it, and it stings, don't itch it and it hurts. The life of a plundering sailor is pretty difficult. So far, its been filled with sunny mornings and stormy afternoons. Yesterday we picked up some foul weather 
gear, and right after we got back to the boat the sky threw a rain and wind concoction at us so terrible that the rain felt like little pins on your face. Luckily, we had our foul weather gear on, so we stayed mostly dry. Afterwards, we got a nice view of an almost complete rainbow.
As far as setting sail, we are still doing some work on the boat. I tried to get the stereo system hooked up yesterday, but after 2 hours of wiring discovered that the head unit didn't work. Womp womp. Today we got the roller furling (makes it easy to roll up the sail in front) all set up to go up the mast, but only after I dropped about 10 ball bearings into the depths of the boat, and had to go fish them out.
Currently we are run aground in the bay due to low tides and changing wind patterns that blew us onto a slight reef. After using the depth finder, we discovered the water in only three inches too low. But its a full moon, and full moon means high high tides. Setting sail is projected for mid next week, however who knows because the weather has its own plans for how much work we can do on the boat each day.
gear, and right after we got back to the boat the sky threw a rain and wind concoction at us so terrible that the rain felt like little pins on your face. Luckily, we had our foul weather gear on, so we stayed mostly dry. Afterwards, we got a nice view of an almost complete rainbow.As far as setting sail, we are still doing some work on the boat. I tried to get the stereo system hooked up yesterday, but after 2 hours of wiring discovered that the head unit didn't work. Womp womp. Today we got the roller furling (makes it easy to roll up the sail in front) all set up to go up the mast, but only after I dropped about 10 ball bearings into the depths of the boat, and had to go fish them out.
Currently we are run aground in the bay due to low tides and changing wind patterns that blew us onto a slight reef. After using the depth finder, we discovered the water in only three inches too low. But its a full moon, and full moon means high high tides. Setting sail is projected for mid next week, however who knows because the weather has its own plans for how much work we can do on the boat each day.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Slydog
So I found the designated pier, no problem. However I had no idea where the boat was or what the captain looked like. Naturally, I found the local bar and picked a stool with a nice view of the bay.
"You on permanent vacation?" Peg the barmaid inquired, motioning towards my bag.
"Just mentally, I'll have a pint of Newcastle" I reply.
As I make friends with the other patrons, I see Alex lumbering through the boat yard in the distance. Danny, who was every so kind to keep my company, pointed him out first.
"Hey that guy has a U-Haul on his back!"
"Oh yeah, that's my buddy -- he's coming with me" I respond
"You should go out and help him, that pack looks heavy"
Having carried my own pack, I shared his sympathy.
"Nah, he's fine."
45 minutes and 3 Newcastles later, Alex meanders into the bar looking like he'd been searching for his lost puppy; and come up empty handed.
"Hey! you have beer!" he exclaimed, sad face quickly disappearing.
He was observant.
"Is that Slydog?" Alex squinted into the distance
Well f**k me. He was observant. Slydog was perched right in the center of the bay. I had been dumbly staring at it for several hours. Damn. Sometimes it takes a new perspective to find the most obvious solution.
Wanna find the boat? Open your eyes.
Onward.
"You on permanent vacation?" Peg the barmaid inquired, motioning towards my bag.
"Just mentally, I'll have a pint of Newcastle" I reply.
As I make friends with the other patrons, I see Alex lumbering through the boat yard in the distance. Danny, who was every so kind to keep my company, pointed him out first.
"Hey that guy has a U-Haul on his back!"
"Oh yeah, that's my buddy -- he's coming with me" I respond
"You should go out and help him, that pack looks heavy"
Having carried my own pack, I shared his sympathy.
"Nah, he's fine."
45 minutes and 3 Newcastles later, Alex meanders into the bar looking like he'd been searching for his lost puppy; and come up empty handed.
"Hey! you have beer!" he exclaimed, sad face quickly disappearing.
He was observant.
"Is that Slydog?" Alex squinted into the distance
Well f**k me. He was observant. Slydog was perched right in the center of the bay. I had been dumbly staring at it for several hours. Damn. Sometimes it takes a new perspective to find the most obvious solution.
Wanna find the boat? Open your eyes.
Onward.
We Made It! (to miami)
Hello Everyone,
So the hardest thing about Miami is that only about half the people here actually speak English. I brought a little cheat sheet with the address of the marina on it, however that proved to be pretty useless when trying to convey that to someone who only speaks Spanish. After some
wandering around on some buses and walking the streets I found Scotty's Bar. As I walked up to the bar, I could see the silhouette of Tawfer's dreads, and knew I had found him. Of course, he was at the bar sucking them down.
He had made some friends Jon and Dan, and after some nice conversation with them, we decided we should probably find our boat. Finding the boat proved to be slightly more difficult than expected. Apparently you could see the boat from the bar, but it was off by itself off to the side of pier 1. We didn't know what this really meant, so we walked around some looking around. Keep in mind here that it is slightly difficult to find a specific sailboat in a marina. I pointed out to one boat in the middle of the bay, anchored by itself. After some eye squinting, we were able to read the writing on the side: Sly Dog. Finally, our boat.
We got out on the boat yesterday afternoon, and since have been hanging out, fixing her up some and getting to know the crew. Last night after some dinner, our skipper Grant taught us the basics of sailing: "boaty floaty and masty uppy". Apparently that's all there is to it. For more pictures of our crew and boat, check out my Flickr page.
Well, out to coconut grove to get some supplies.
So the hardest thing about Miami is that only about half the people here actually speak English. I brought a little cheat sheet with the address of the marina on it, however that proved to be pretty useless when trying to convey that to someone who only speaks Spanish. After some
wandering around on some buses and walking the streets I found Scotty's Bar. As I walked up to the bar, I could see the silhouette of Tawfer's dreads, and knew I had found him. Of course, he was at the bar sucking them down.He had made some friends Jon and Dan, and after some nice conversation with them, we decided we should probably find our boat. Finding the boat proved to be slightly more difficult than expected. Apparently you could see the boat from the bar, but it was off by itself off to the side of pier 1. We didn't know what this really meant, so we walked around some looking around. Keep in mind here that it is slightly difficult to find a specific sailboat in a marina. I pointed out to one boat in the middle of the bay, anchored by itself. After some eye squinting, we were able to read the writing on the side: Sly Dog. Finally, our boat.
We got out on the boat yesterday afternoon, and since have been hanging out, fixing her up some and getting to know the crew. Last night after some dinner, our skipper Grant taught us the basics of sailing: "boaty floaty and masty uppy". Apparently that's all there is to it. For more pictures of our crew and boat, check out my Flickr page.
Well, out to coconut grove to get some supplies.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Don't Burn Bridges
As I was checking in to my flight out of Hartford this morning, the guy working at the check in looked really familiar. Then I remembered that I had met him multiple times while partying out at UCONN a few summers ago. It was always weird, because at around 4 or 5 am he would put on a shirt, tie and jacket and head out to work just as parties were winding down. I had to ask him where he was going, and he told me that he worked at the airport for United Airlines. Bingo. Turned out it was him so we exchanged some conversation quickly as he was checking my ticket. Later, as I was waiting in the bridge to get on the plane, he came down the aisle and told me not to sit in my assigned seat, but rather to sit in seat 3F. Due to my friends Sierra Nevada and Patron from the night before, I didn't immediatly realize what this meant. A few seconds later it clicked - hell yeah upgrade to first class for free. Moral of the story - don't burn bridges.
Huge shout out to Craig for the upgrade to first class to Charlotte.
Huge shout out to Craig for the upgrade to first class to Charlotte.
Of course,
it is raining as I step off the bus in Key Biscayne.
The driver was happy enough to keep my mind occupied for the ride.
Me: excuse me, could you tell me which sto...
Driver: HEAY BOY! YA LOST ER SOMTIN
M: well I need to get to key biscanyne
D: WELL YA PICKED DA GOOD BUS TA GETCHA THERE,
I DRIVE ALL OVER ALL THE TIME!
His drivers hat managed to squish his fro into what more resembled a planetary ring.
D: WHERE YA FROM?
M: pittsburgh
D: OKAY!
for the next 20 minutes I could barely get a word in....
D: EM PENGUINS ARE GETTIN WHOOOPED BUT DA STEELERS ARE FINE AND YOU KNOW I REALLY LIKE ALL THE BRIDGES AND RIVERS IT MAKES
DA TOWN LOOK REAL NICE BUT YOU KNOW THE PIRATES GOTTA GET DER
ACT TOGETHER AND I LIKE IT DOWN HERE IT ALWAYS WARM N I DONT
NEED SNOWTIRES SOMETIMES THE BUS COMPNEY TELL ME THEY GONNA
CHANGE MY ROUTE BUT I LIKE DIS ROUTE SO I SAY NO
ONE TIME I HAD A BROTHA IN DA BURGH DAT WELL HE FEEL ASLEEP ON DAT FOUNTAIN AFTER DA GAME
..............
HEY DIS YER STOP!
let the adventure begin.
The driver was happy enough to keep my mind occupied for the ride.
Me: excuse me, could you tell me which sto...
Driver: HEAY BOY! YA LOST ER SOMTIN
M: well I need to get to key biscanyne
D: WELL YA PICKED DA GOOD BUS TA GETCHA THERE,
I DRIVE ALL OVER ALL THE TIME!
His drivers hat managed to squish his fro into what more resembled a planetary ring.
D: WHERE YA FROM?
M: pittsburgh
D: OKAY!
for the next 20 minutes I could barely get a word in....
D: EM PENGUINS ARE GETTIN WHOOOPED BUT DA STEELERS ARE FINE AND YOU KNOW I REALLY LIKE ALL THE BRIDGES AND RIVERS IT MAKES
DA TOWN LOOK REAL NICE BUT YOU KNOW THE PIRATES GOTTA GET DER
ACT TOGETHER AND I LIKE IT DOWN HERE IT ALWAYS WARM N I DONT
NEED SNOWTIRES SOMETIMES THE BUS COMPNEY TELL ME THEY GONNA
CHANGE MY ROUTE BUT I LIKE DIS ROUTE SO I SAY NO
ONE TIME I HAD A BROTHA IN DA BURGH DAT WELL HE FEEL ASLEEP ON DAT FOUNTAIN AFTER DA GAME
..............
HEY DIS YER STOP!
let the adventure begin.
The Beginning
Hey Everyone,
Tomorrow morning at 8:30 ill be heading out of Hartford on US Air to Miami to meet up with my crew and Topher. Topher is already in Miami, and probably sleeping under a bridge or bush because apparently it is raining down there. Actually, the skipper told us there is bad weather in the Caribbean right now, so we probably won't be setting sail til Monday. Oh, I guess for those of you who don't know what the plan is for this trip I should probably let you know. For those who have been around me in the past few weeks, I'm sorry for only talking about these plans.
Our plan is to sail out of Miami on a 36 foot Catalina sailboat. We found the boat on a drug trafficking website. They said they needed some crew to feed the cocaine fever in Miami, so we are going to help with the American deficit some and export some cocaine to Europe. If only. Actually we found our fearless skipper Grant Sooby on a sailing forum. I have only talked with him on the phone but he seems to be a nice Australian guy looking for a way to get back to his home of the UK. He couldn't figure a better way to get home than to buy a 1988 sailboat, and sail over. The route starts in Miami, then to the Bahamas, to Bermuda, to the Azores of Portugal, and finally to the UK. Once Topher and I are there, we are going to go directly towards any shiny metal objects, preferable ones that sparkle.
The rest of the crew includes a guy our age named Owen, and a French guy named Dimitri. Thats all I know, but I'm going to be meeting them tomorrow and spening the next five weeks with them trapped on a 36 foot floating platform. I guess I'll take my time getting to know them.
I'll be taking pictures with my SLR and editing and uploading them to this website whenever possible. In the beginning you're going to have to wait until we get to each island for a post, but once we're in Europe it should be more often.
Well I gotta be up in 4 hours, so im going to bed.
Tomorrow morning at 8:30 ill be heading out of Hartford on US Air to Miami to meet up with my crew and Topher. Topher is already in Miami, and probably sleeping under a bridge or bush because apparently it is raining down there. Actually, the skipper told us there is bad weather in the Caribbean right now, so we probably won't be setting sail til Monday. Oh, I guess for those of you who don't know what the plan is for this trip I should probably let you know. For those who have been around me in the past few weeks, I'm sorry for only talking about these plans.
Our plan is to sail out of Miami on a 36 foot Catalina sailboat. We found the boat on a drug trafficking website. They said they needed some crew to feed the cocaine fever in Miami, so we are going to help with the American deficit some and export some cocaine to Europe. If only. Actually we found our fearless skipper Grant Sooby on a sailing forum. I have only talked with him on the phone but he seems to be a nice Australian guy looking for a way to get back to his home of the UK. He couldn't figure a better way to get home than to buy a 1988 sailboat, and sail over. The route starts in Miami, then to the Bahamas, to Bermuda, to the Azores of Portugal, and finally to the UK. Once Topher and I are there, we are going to go directly towards any shiny metal objects, preferable ones that sparkle.
The rest of the crew includes a guy our age named Owen, and a French guy named Dimitri. Thats all I know, but I'm going to be meeting them tomorrow and spening the next five weeks with them trapped on a 36 foot floating platform. I guess I'll take my time getting to know them.
I'll be taking pictures with my SLR and editing and uploading them to this website whenever possible. In the beginning you're going to have to wait until we get to each island for a post, but once we're in Europe it should be more often.
Well I gotta be up in 4 hours, so im going to bed.
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