Why?

Why?

After spending my college years in Spain, the winters in my home-town Rotterdam got the best of me. Last year I decided I would spent the cold months in a sunnier place. I wanted to go to Chili. And since sustainability and a new way of living have my interest, I would visit some eco-villages that are self-sufficient. Next step was to go there by boat. As it turned out, not that simple...

At the harbor of Lowestoft.

I opted for going across the Atlantic as a crew-member on a sail yacht. I started to make sailing buddies and my first trip was a disaster. No wind and no click with the captain. Being on the water though, felt like coming home; I loved it. And maybe it was a good thing, because I realized I could buy a sailing yacht myself. More investigation followed. I had a limited budget and had to learn a lot about the specifics of ocean sailing. I believe it was meant to be. I met the right people and within two weeks I found the perfect vessel. 

It took a while before the boat was officially mine. The day after the contract was signed, I sailed across the Canal with my favorite sailing buddy: the man who helped me getting my boat. We had a blast. I learned a lot, was not seasick and Titaantje rode the waves easily at 6/7 beaufort.

The only downside of the story is that my plan to be in Chili next winter got swept away by owning a sail yacht. I had to study for my ICC, VHF, do maintenance and learn as much as possible about all the aspects of sailing. But now I do own a sustainable, mobile 'home' and within a few years we will be sailing the oceans. Collecting special encounters, adventures and milage. That is if I do not get ship wrecked. But if so, at least I tried.

Spring means 'jump' in Dutch

Spring means 'jump' in Dutch

Spring is here. So what do you do? 

What you could do:

Get rid of all your stuff (keep some in your car/ some on your boat) and move aboard a beautiful, somewhat tiny yacht in a country where spring can be quite frosty.
Sail out solo for the first time. Of course I was hungover so add a first time for puking overboard. At least it was not seasickness. Use a head lamp for the first time and be glad you have it when you run up the deck at 03:00 in the morning to save the jib from a passing storm. All this in your panties, nobody's watching and there is definitely no time to find your trousers. Waking up on a deserted island with birds and bugs makes it all worth it.  Build a website and do some social media, because it is all too good to be true and I want to share the long journey of becoming a seaworthy sailor. And maybe, just maybe... Next week I will find a new passion. Linearly seen it would have to be a rocketeer.

Keep you posted. 

PS: I have a small bucket of older stories. Not older than last June, it was only then I realized I had to become a skipper. If you would like me to share them, please let me know. Last thing I want, is to bore you with some narcissist adventures. 

Best regards,
Skipper Smit and SY Titaantje

Heating system (beautifully placed in front of sunset)

Heating system (beautifully placed in front of sunset)