It did mean that we had to spend the first night on the boat in the port

as innocent as it seems in daylight, do not be fooled, there is a live 'band' and there is a special type of hideous death reserved for all who sing shanties.
With little else to do we hung our 'tent' from the boom to have a more intimate feeling, locked the boat and went for pizza and beer.
I'd like to take this moment to mention that our boat was magnificent. Having been on boats twice i knew what sort of mouldy, damp, 'try not to think about what you're touching" state most boats for hire are in. This one was brand new. clean. not leaky, it even had a chemical toilet (which we scorned of course, there is something truly wrong about sailing with a bucket of feces). It was an 8 meter long, red plush cushion, fast as fuck boat. With a mast that didn't break. heaven.
Back at the boat we were enjoying more beer, joints and sweets we had bought while outside it rained and rained.



it turned out our tent hanging skills were rusty and it collapsed under the weight of collected rainwater. Therein ensued a hilarious scene of 6 stoned and drunk-ish individuals in the cockpit of a boat trying to retie a sheet of plastic in a strategically good way, Now add to that what looked like buckets of water being poured on them repeatedly from all sides. yes yes, quite hilarious.

This was to be a scenario often repeated on our trip; swimming out into oncoming weather, a couple of times though we were rewarded in the afternoon with surprise sunlight.




We sailed around and ended up stopping in the evening at a very nice little campground with a very decent toilet (these things are extremely important when you are on a boat all day) had our first dinner on board and had a quiet evening cloud-watching. Though Adam and Kuba were brave enough to swim in the late evening sunlight.

All the days flow into each other back and forth back and forth like the rocking of the boat so that i can't tell them apart so well.
There were many instances of putting down the mast to go under bridges or low power lines and then putting it back up. soon everyone knew their small part to play and we were quite an efficient crew. There was many moments of stress about sailing too close to rocks, shallows, other boats clearly being manned by people who don't know the rules of sailing, all speed boats automatically have only very very mentally challenged red-necks on them (this is true), people on jet-ski's are even worse. and so on and so on.

A moment that stands out is swimming out of a canal, where you have to use your motor, and setting the mast back up in a sudden and extremely intense squall that had us all soaked completely in under a minute. despite everyone wearing at least on layer of waterproof stuff.


Or on another day, the sun unexpectedly coming out when we were in the middle of a lake, it finally feeling like summer, celebrating with joints, and some spectacular sailing, everyone getting sunburnt, taking a nap on the backrest of the seat which due to the spectacular sailing was now horizontal, trailing hands in the green water, spying glimpses of fishes in the shafts of sunlight.

Finally making it to a real port and civilization.

real toilets! Shower! pizza! free wi-fi in the whole town! watching Ugly Americans and half a terrible movie called Outlander.


Running away from civilaization, portmasters, ports and all people. Finding a perfect spot to stand 'wild'.

a nearby field with cows and an uppity bull.

Shitting in a lovely clearing full of wild flowers, butterflies, bumblebees. Nothing else makes you feel at one with nature so well as shitting outside. Unsettling swans. A dead and bloated frog being pushed by the waves back and forth against the roots of a tree,