No actual donuts were made or harmed during the passage. Also, no bed was actually crapped in, though metaphorically, the bed was speckled like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. But, I hear from my dear readers that details of life on board AND interesting sea stories are what they want. The customer is always right, and I am nothing if not accommodating, so here we go!Continue reading “Time To Make The Donuts And Crap The Bed”
On an ocean passage, the sea’s boundless indifference stretches beyond the horizon, the sunset’s reflection is unbroken as far as the eye can see, and the wildlife cheerfully reminds you that you are in an alien world. The days and hours, however, are brought into narrow focus by the ceaseless changing of the watch schedule, the dwindling food supplies, the water maker’s reassuring whirring, and the nausea-inducing ritual of sticking your head down into the bilges looking for leaks.
So, join me as I share the joy in this, the first of the blog posts about the passage from South Africa to Grenada.Continue reading “Waxing Poetic (and other stuff)”
Wild Rumpus is Grenada undergoing some repairs under the supervision of its skilled and dedicated crew. I am in California and about to start teaching sailing. So what is next? That’s what family, friends, and I keep asking myself, and now I think I have some answers. Oh, and some more videos and pictures of sailing across the Atlantic from Africa.Continue reading “What’s Next”
We did it. Wild Rumpus and her crew sailed from Cape Town to Grenada with stops in St Helena and Fernando de Noronha. We survived without physical injury, some bruises to our ego, some broken boat parts, one stabbed dinghy, and an excess of Ostrich sausage that nobody could bring themselves to eat, and we all remained friends (or the crew was about to mutiny and we landed just in time for my safety). This is the super brief recap.Continue reading “4 Months, 5800+ Miles, 2 Remote Islands, 2 Beers, Some Tattoos, and Lots of Memories”
We left Cape Town on 14July2022 at 1915 local time. Heading to St Helena.
Pictures of our departure are going up on FB and Instagram.
Decide to buy a boat. ✓
Decide on which boat to buy. ✓
Wait years for the boat to be near ready. ✓
Make lists including lists of lists. ✓
Train to be a better sailor. ✓
First aid training. ✓
Train on marine diesel engines. ✓
Train on marine electrical systems. ✓
Live for an unreasonably long time in a foreign country. ✓
Well, shit- everything’s been checked. Guess it is time to go!!Continue reading “And We’re Off”
Some locals were kind enough to take us sailing. Unfortunately, as a self-absorbed dopey American, I cannot pronounce (or spell) most of their names!! But we got some lovely pics of sailing outside of Cape Town.Continue reading “A Cape Town Evening Sail”
Wild Rumpus is officially a boat! Just pics and some vids. Enjoy.Continue reading “Splash Down!!”
We visit the birthplace of Wild Rumpus, get a tour, and unsurprisingly I’m a jackass . . . . per usual.
With some time to kill, this post consists mainly of pictures of our “lovely hike.” Table Mountain is Cape Town’s crown jewel. Many hiking paths criss-cross this spectacular mountain- each giving a different perspective on the equally fantastic views. But, if you are a mid-50s guy who is somewhat out of shape and don’t’ have five hours to spare for the “easy trail” to the top, you can simply use a meat tenderizing hammer on your testicles and then google “views from table mountain.” Whatever works for you.Continue reading “Easy Hike They Said . . . .”