After collecting him from the airport and jostling our way through Tunis rush-hour traffic, I manage to find a parking spot carved out against an ancient fort wall and nestled deep within a narrow alleyway.Continue reading
Author: Zach
Running Late
So I’m the first one back to the boat and although I’m initially peeved about being in Tunisia for three whole days before Clare arrives, it probably is for the best. I get to beContinue reading
House Chores
On my first day back in Portland I buy four pairs of pants, a heavy woolen jacket, a thick hat, a pair of boots, and a bag of socks…it’s friggin cold! I arrive at myContinue reading
Tongue Twisted
Five years ago Clare lived in Malta for several months while pursing her PADI Dive Master certificate. So most of the stories I hear about Malta all involve crazy wreck-dives and loads of sunshine. Fast-forwardContinue reading
Touring the Kingdom
It was either an ass-grounding dose of keep-in-check reality or a thunder shit-storm of plain bad luck, but after missing two—yes TWO—flights from London to Scotland we simply can’t stomach the cost of, or theContinue reading
Hopscotching Holland
We manage to leave Manchester in one piece and make our way to England’s capitol city. Newly-made friends from the festival-wedding host us for the first couple of nights allowing us to sight-see the touristyContinue reading
Meeting Mad-Chester
SNOOOOORK…ka-boom bump drip dribble. Worm your way deep into the middle. Gob gab and glimmer. Shake quake and shimmer. Exploding bombs of glitter. This human creation of steel and timber. Let’s see if we canContinue reading
¿Hable Espanol?
What do you do with three weeks to burn on a sailboat in the Spanish Mediterranean?…well go to Ibiza of course. Four shifty and often windless days after casting off from Gibraltar we wiggle ourContinue reading
Buongiorno
Gibraltar provides Zach with his first footsteps in Europe, and the Amalfi coast is his introduction to Italy—WOW—the bar is set high! Not only is the coastline is positively stunning, but who gets tired ofContinue reading
Between Continents
Overhead the sky still swirls with torn grey clouds while below a decaying leftover chop laps at the hull as our three-cylinder diesel ticks over another hour on the meter. The wind died with theContinue reading