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Just want to say the fish I see some days are extraordinary beautiful. Also the turtles of course. Then such a long thin needle fish with blue spots, a fish with the most amazing blue wings that wave like a dress flowing in the wind, a slimy slinky yellow patterned snake. fat sea slugs. always something new.

hitchhiker's guide to galaxC - true stories

one dark stormy night as i was bouncing along alone around the galaxsea on my -space-ship, i heard a curious noise. checking outside in the cloudy blackness i saw two birds (Noddey's as it turned out) following my vessel, screeching as they came near to alight. it dawned on me these two grey stragllers of the ocean where trying to hitch a ride with me for the night. well good enough mates, as long as you don't scratch my solar panels; and um stay away from the bananas too.
They had a tough time boarding, with us cavorting along boisteriously on a wild sea, but eventually made it. Later I went to sleep as usual.
Some time in the night i groggily woke up with the strange feeling i have to do something(check for boats maybe?). i stood up, and shut-eyed tried to think what this could be. In the darkness i slowly edged nearer my entrance steps when i realized what this strange feeling was - i was not alone! i gave an big instinctive leap backwards. this was the first time any being bigger than a fruitfly had been with inside the boat at sea.
There it was, foolishly yet unapologetically standing around at the bottom of my steps. for how long i do not know. i was not happy. i could already envision the ensuing mess of feathers and prime agricultural fertilizer Odorning the rest of my night. i started cursing and questioning it. I got hold of a flashlight to exam my guest closer. Curiously (considering my status as omnivore) it was just sort of standing around, not at all thinking of leaving. I groped around in a panicky rush for some guano expendable containment device. Finding one i resolved to end this nightmare quickly. i put the flashlight in my mouth, blinded the intruder, and with a chaotic hopefulness threw it down towards the sole. as i said it was late at night. noddey arose flapping and i grabbed a pillow to protect my nether appendages from malicious damage. it was a short uneventful flight though and it ended up gimbaling right over my bed, still not really looking out of sorts. I feared this move was tactical. Guano-blackmail is an ugly game.

Slowly it was becoming apparent to me that there is one thing a noddy is unable to do, and that is to panick. in this it was following the prime command of the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy rigorously - Don't Panik. Realizing i'm dealing with a panick-geneless animal, i too gave up this game and with boldness grabbed the grey little chicken around the guzzle. it didn't struggle much at all though perhaps my grip WAS still a bit panicky. outside its mate was sitting unperturbed next to the entrance as i threw the fresh prince overboard. it took to the dark sky and in a curve came back to start the hike all over again. amazing i thought. they really have no fear of becoming Nandos Spicy Noddey Nuggets.

i closed my hatch after that, not wishing more excitingment than i already had on this part of the Brazil coast.
captainsblob stardate x

braziiiiillll

well i seems i have been absent a wee bit. Sailed to Luderitz, namibia. then after 3 weeks there on to isolated tropical st. helena island. After 3 weeks there I sailed to Salvador Brazil where I arrived the day before yesterday :-)

getting ready

re-torqued my engine head bolts today and changed the oil. that's my action for friday night. and they think a cruiser's life is glamorous ;-)

on the water

tonight i felt like a ‘cruiser’ for the first time - i woke up in my boat, i shat in my boat, ate breakfast in it, worked on it, listened to music on it, pissed around it, swam around it, showered from it, looked to the stars from it, and sent this message from it :-) ... a floating home at last.

the tiresome goose by osho

http://www.globalserve.net/~Sarlo/Disc_MindPass1.htm

lost in the story

what am i thinking about... depression and lightness, love and time, my lovely new ais radio, good and evil, the human swarm and its nest, morals.

It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance!

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, 1934

holy smut

i saw a terrible thing yesterday. haitians were fighting each other to get to food delivered from outside. But that seems understandable. What i found incredible was the american flag printed on the bags of food. does their self-righteousness know no bounds. if that is kindness i would rather hate.

blog wave

hi Charmaine

(note: remember serious post about depression, anger, etc. aka grief cycle )

7 years

Yesterday the death of my great friend Karl really hit me. travel well amigo.

wide open sea

On friday i sailed with 2 other boats to Dassen island and anchored the night there. what a surprise to wake up with your house in a new place and a penguin waving from the beach. Also saw lots of seals, dolphins, birds and 2 sharks on the way. It felt so great to have done this that i even started washing the mouldy dishes in my flat after resisting for 2 months!

about last night

Dear blob

last night i had a bit of extra excitement. as if the last few days of sailing and too many people weren't enough. i hit a car. we hit a car. that is my trusty moto-cycle and i. an imbecilic dumb moronic earthling stopped their car dead in the middle of the road on THE OTHER SIDE of the traffic light in the fast line on a dark windswept road. That surely deserves a prize.
It happened in a split second. I was travelling at light speed - max of 85km/h - to beat a new traffic light and for once not very aware after a long day (a bit spaced out myself). And the car in front of me just stopped dead after crossing the intersection. Maybe they felt guilty for not stopping at the red traffic light and thought they'd make up for it by doing so on the other side of it. I'm very happy they make cars like spaceships these days, round and with lots of big curved break..brake lights. That and the fact that it was one of these small fullbody hatchbacks probably saved me. We braked and swerved, as best a still alive and innocent soft alien could do in 2 seconds, facing steel entry wounds. I'm afraid we must've still hit it at 15 meters a second. my moto took half the hit lower down against it's immobile corner and my upper body smashed into it's brakelight array higher up. Or so i think because i wasn't taking notes at that stage, just hanging on for dear life.
I couldn't believe it when we were still upright after the unholy crunch. Alas we were wobbling at good speed towards the back of a huge truck in the left hand lane. In my effort to stay in the bucking saddle, i was opening the throttle full tilt at the same time as pulling down hard on both brakes. my brain couldn't figure out this novel sound of combined full brake and throttle. I can't really recall how me managed to miss the truck. I must have let go of the throttle and the truck must have been going at enough of a speed to escape a second encounter of steel and wheel.
I did a quick body parts and fluids check and was amazed we were still intact after having just bounced of a car and underneath a truck. I thought of stopping but there was nowhere to get off the road. Also what was i going to do about this? shout at the imbecile. We just drove home as fast as we could and tried to think if this could mean something.

saloon table

At last; i am able to sit in my boat living room at a table, the table - that also forms a big double bed by the way.

end of the beginning

30 months before we started in a garden a long way to the north. Yesterday I did my first single-handed sail with Lila in the bay. Relieved and happy. There was about a 15kn breeze. Her new non-slip deck works and looks sexy ;-)

Anyone interested in coming along for a trip around the world?

Been having quite raw and symbolic dreams these last few weeks. something's coming .. or should?

first sail

Me and Paolo went out in the bay on Lila today!! She sailed well.

my waterbed

i;m sleeping in Lila tonight. She is getting prettier by the day. How silent the bay tonight.

waters of time

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

i am trapped. can somebody help???

when the master is ready the student will disappear.

a koan. can you help wonderer who reads this? you who are a mirror, a fragment like me.
how to walk through the mirror? where is the magic theatre now? I am lost, but not mad enough.

Are you .... master?

lila leaves the nest

today, today me and Paolo took lila for a little spin in the harbour. she motored flawlessly and turned like a lady. Next time we sail.

lila moored

april's flu

i am sick as a dog since monday. Flu.
Last night i had an interesting dream which i know my friend Jan will enjoy.
I was somewhere in a castle or fortress of some kind. word was that the pope would speak inside. I positioned myself at one of the entrances and to my suprise suddenly the pope and his attendants arrived fortuitusly at that side entrance. He looked heavy set and bald and around his body i was suprised to see a quite distinct and flowing aura, light-blue in colour. As he passed close to me I smiled at him both obeisantly and superiorly but he seemed not to notice.

here's a wonderful article
about being alive

Lila splashes

lila is launched at 7am, weighing in at 6.7 tons. All goes well and she lies high on her lines with not a drop of water inside. we name her and at 8:30 her mast is stepped.

unholy land

you have no honour israel. You spend your formidable strength and talent on harming your brother in need and destabilizing our world. like father, like son. You will reap what you sow.