I had the pleasure to be part of Captain Bertelsen’s crew on his beautiful sail boat 💨⛵️ we also had time to go for a swim ☀️🏊🏼♂️ and @amandasoeborg documented the struggles behind every perfect blogger photo on the flamingo 🦄😂 thank you for at great night ❤️
Chegamos ontem na Dominica. 🇩🇲 Em tempo de apreciar este pôr do sol. 🔝
A Dominica tornou-se independente do Reino Unido em 1978. O idioma é o inglês e a moeda, o dólar caribenho.
A curta travessia do canal de 25 milhas entre a Martinica e Dominica, foi quase que o tempo todo debaixo de chuva e ventos de 20 e 25 nós.
Logo que chegamos, um senhor nos abordou e nos trouxe para uma poita. Nesta ancoragem, a profundidade é de 15 metros.
Estamos próximos de Rousseau, capital da Dominica e, parece que não é permitido ancorar. O preço para o pernoite um pouco salgado (USD 15), já que nada oferecem.
Assim que nos amarramos, uma grande tartaruga subiu para a superfície do mar e respirou bem ao lado do nosso barco!
Sempre acreditamos que são bons presságios.
When you don’t have the disposable funds to pay people such as a sailmaker to fix your sails, the only option is to do it yourself. The great thing that I’ve found with not having much money to spare is that you get to learn loads of even more valuable new skills. Like the saying goes... “Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, teach him to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.” The thing with living on a boat you learn to be very self-reliant and self-sufficient, after all, in many cases it’s not like you can just call a guy or pop over to a store to get something fixed since it’s not always possible. Certain things can be a bit difficult and frustrating cause on many occasions you have sit there and work it all out on your own, but the great thing is, you’re always learning something, always adding sets of handy new skills to your internal resume. You become quite a MacGyver to say the least.
Not bad for a guy who used to sit behind a desk on a investment banking tradefloor neatly dressed in a designer suit all day... As you can see, boat life couldn’t be further from that... Hardly ever wear a shirt or shoes anymore unless going to shore, hair always scruffy and salty, always got a smear of grease somewhere on your body at any given time, hands rough as tough leather and haven’t had a nice hot shower in weeks since you have the world’s biggest bathtub right outside. You grow very accustomed to these sort of things after living on a boat for almost two years already.
But the greatest thing is, I love it more than anything, even with all the challenges and struggles that come with it, because it’s cultivating an incredible amount of growth within me, and I’m loving this person I’m becoming through all of it.
Good times! 😎🙌🏻⛵️