Sunday, June 26, 2016

Feeding yourself along the Thorny Path to the Caribbean

Let's talk a little bit about food. No I am not sharing recipes or cooking vids though I would love to. I think a vid of me destroying a galley for a small dish would be awesome to watch. You would end up with a greater appreciation of what Deb does after dinner while I grab a drink and relax in the cockpit. We made a deal a long time ago that if I did the cooking, which I enjoy doing, then she would clean up afterward. Deal! Maybe we will post a video some other time but for now I want to describe how two vegetarians survived the Thorny Path to the Caribbean.

Rice. Lot's of rice.


Stay tuned for part II of Feeding Yourself along the Thorny Path to the Caribbean.

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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Morning stimulation

I find that I write more when I drink coffee or really strong black tea. This whole weak tea drinking business is not helping me exercise my creative mind. I have not had any thoughts in my head that I want to put down in writing since I got off the bean. Tea is better for me but down here I can only find Lipton. Lipton is wuss tea. I find myself triple bagging just to get the buzz back in my body. It's not working. Sorry Lipton. You suck.

I pack tea into a little ball with holes in it and drop it
into the cup with boiling water. Then I get this mess to deal with.

I did score some old fashioned loose leaf tea from the Jolly Olde Island across from France. They most likely got it from India and put the Union Jack on it. Royal Tea. I gave it a try. Call me lazy but putting loose leaves into a ball to float in your hot water is a pain in the ass. Not that making coffee is any easier mind you. I get coffee grounds all over the place just like tea leaves. No electric drip coffee maker for this guy. I used to buy the whole beans and grind them but when Deb woke up to the bean macerator at 5am a few times I thought she would throw it overboard plus the damn thing sucked down the batteries. So I am trying the loose leaf tea in the metal ball with holes and see if this brain starts ticking again. If that doesn't work I am dipping into that can of cuban coffee I have been saving. That should generate some babble.

One thing bothers me every morning and it's the fact that Deb does not ingest any stimulants. Nothing. Just water. Of course she doesn't say a word. Nothing until 10 am. Not sure why 10 am. Weird. She barely talks as it is, so mornings are like a morgue around here unless I brew something nice. Then I do all the talking and she does all the nodding. One way Deb wakes up is to play games on the iPad. She says it stimulates her brain and helps her wake up. What??! I am happy just to find my way to the propane bottle and to know which way to turn the valve before any caffeine hits my system. I am always amazed at someone who could sit there and match colors and shapes or do Sudoku before the crust has left their eyes. Oh wait, there is one more thing. After she is fully awake she finds the crunchiest cereal onboard and eats it dry. Yes, dry. The sound of this sends me to the cockpit or to the earbuds. I think it's payback for all the jabberjawing and tea sipping.

So what do I do in the morning that may annoy Deb? Nothing that I can think of :D Well, ok, maybe a few things I do can be annoying I suppose. Reading the news highlights to her might be something she is not fond of. Sipping my extremely hot tea could be a distraction I suppose. Sometimes tapping my fingers or my leg jumping could be ruining her solitaire score.

I am a morning talker and because Deb just blankly nods to my babble I was forced to type my communication to you all after the go juice pushed it's way to my brain. It's like I would explode if I didn't communicate something to somebody. This is how I posted to the blog 90% of the time. The days we did not have wifi I would be in the cockpit wth a cuppa Joe and a pen and filling up a notebook with crazy shit to put in the blog. So in a way the internet is sucking the creativity out of me as well and the lack of good stimulants.

Interesting note: The same thing happens when I drink beer. I get all chatty and laugh a lot and probably say some stupid stuff. This happens early on until the next stage where the tongue can't seem to cooperate with the lips.

Some of my best designs and troubleshooting at work happened when I had at least 5 cups of coffee. You thought I was going to say at least 5 beers, didn't you. The coffee at work was pure caffeine and like an acid wash on the stomach. It was the sole reason for me switching to strong black tea. The problem with switching to tea was my productivity dropped off as well as my witty banter. Yes, I said witty banter. Mornings were just not the same. My stomach thanked me but my manager wondered if I was getting enough sleep or lighting up a bong every night.

Now I know this blog has been lacking in recent months. Most of it due to constant travel and lack of good wifi but let's try something here. I will switch to stronger tea or coffee a few days a week and we will see if there are more blog posts happening. If I am successful and cranking out posts for a few weeks and then they suddenly stop well look no further then Debra for the cause because she probably strangled me.


Note: The spell checker on Blogger is not working again and my text editor does not have one. Stupid editor. Appologeez.

Oh, this post was generated by four cups of Twinnings Irish Breakfast Tea and not replacing the used bags, just adding more. The last cup was really strong :)
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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A wee update

Just a little update today. Maybe a blog post tomorrow. Maybe. Kind of been busy relaxing :)

We are at anchor in Carriacou and enjoying the island. We met up with SV Honey Ryder and are having a blast. Been a while since we have seen them and they have not changed a bit. In fact they look younger. Hope that happens to us. Ha! Too late, though Deb said something about purple hair streaking recently and I have been talking about a tatoo. Probably will not make us look younger, just more badass :) Wonder if nerds can become badass?

The other night we met up with some cruisers at karaoke night at a local bar. Fun! Cruisers singing and playing music with the locals was a totally great time. Met lots of nice people and the music was fun. Even that one disco number. I have been asked to bring the guitar but I am pretty damn new at it and want to wait until I know a few songs. One guy says, "Great! Another fking guitarist! Just what we need" Huh. Maybe I should have practiced the accordian. Polka rock is the best.

We are totally chilled right now and are pretty happy to not be fighting those trade winds on the nose any more. I will have another post on achieving our goal of getting to Grenada and out of the hurricane zone. I will try to keep it lighthearted and not all that mushy emotional crapola stuff but I must say I kind of had a lump in my throat as we were reaching past the Grenadines in completely calm seas in 12 knots and doing 7 with my feet up and the water slipping past. It was like Mother Nature said "Congratulations kids! Have a beam reach. A little gift from Mom."

See you tomorrow.

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Monday, May 23, 2016

Where did everyone go?

This morning I crawl out the cockpit to open the propane tank and I look around at the mooring field. Empty. Hey! Where the hell is everyone? Looks like some folks slipped away in the night time. We are sitting here waiting for the better winds to come on WED thru Friday and we thought others were as well. Huh. Today more people left to go south. Is it just us who are weenies?

We have to go a little SE yet before we are heading straight south and the trade winds today are at their peak and ESE. Tuesday night they settle and so do the waves and the wind actually turns a little ENE. Why not wait?

"Hey honey let's go now while the wind is at it's strongest and right on the nose. Whatta ya say? Feeling sporty?"

People are weird. Speaking of weird, we went to get some coffee and wifi at a small cafe today. Server was pleasant and brought us our drinks on a tray to a table outside. We talked for a while and then remembered we wanted to go online for a bit. I went back inside to ask for the WIFI password and BAM! The friendly little lady yelled out the password in French and yelled it so loud that everyone looked over at me like I said something awful to her. My face was all red and I wondered what the hell I did wrong. I was so flustered I forgot what she yelled and we never did get the damn password. It's like the whole town has a hangover today.

We had our morning walk. Stopped for coffee. Picked up a few items from some stores and went back to the mother ship to make some water. Tomorrow we will check out, prep the boat for a rough ride and hopefully catch a beam reach down to the bottom of Dominica on Wednesday. We would like to take advantage of the wind angle and peel off another 2 days of travel afterward. This should get us out of our hurricane box and into the happy zone our insurance company wants us in.

I feel a strong urge to nap. Must be all that good strong coffee is wearing off.


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Friday, May 20, 2016

A day in the life. Guadeloupe

We spent almost a week in Deshaies (Dey Hey) Guadeloupe. Nice little town. I would like to see it again but for now we have to keep trucking south and skip some stuff along the way. When we got to this place I asked Deb about the moorings they had for cruisers. She said they put in quite a few and we should have no problem. Ha! Most of the moorings were taken by local boats, charters and fishermen, so there goes the free moorings. "Hey Harbor Master, how about you limit time on a mooring to one week!" Really turns my crank to see local boats rot on a mooring. Normally I would not care because we anchor most of the time but this harbour is deep. When we got here the harbor was full, and there was a tall ship anchored right in the middle of the damn place.

This was probably our worst display of anchoring ever. We roamed around the anchorage looking for a spot and all the bitch wings came out and watched us. We found a spot that looked not too bad and the captain of the tall ship came out on his bow and gave us his best fat gut and dirty t-shirt bitch wings. Oh piss off pal! So we dropped the hook in front of them and Deb put her in neutral waiting for the Mantus to catch. I dropped 100 feet in 45 ft of water and we drifted back. I let out another 50 and we drifted back. Nothing. Another 50 and waited. We just drifted away. She never caught. Son of a beach!

We went around again and Deb suggested another spot by the rocks behind some cats. OK cool. We dropped and dragged the Mantus all over a pile of rocks below. Mother Fudger! We drifted away.

Third try we lined up next to the bitch wings tall ship captain again and dropped in 45 ft of water. This time I had Deb keep the boat stationary until I had about 3 to 1. We then let her drift back and she stuck. I then let out about 275 feet of chain. We never moved for 6 days. We really need to be more bold when looking for a spot and not worry about all the little bitches that don't want you around.

So today we raised that big anchor and the 275 feet of chain. We have the manual windlass as you probably know. One crank gets me 6 inches of chain. So we timed the anchor lift today. Took me 15 minutes to raise the anchor and secure it including removing the snubber. Not too bad. My heart was beating like a bunny rabbit when I was done though. Geez. I have a feeling I will die at the bow pulpit with my hand on the crank. Not MY crank, THE crank. Wonder how many guys die with their hands on THEIR crank? Embarassing. Not for him he's dead but...

I walked back to the cockpit breathing hard and sat down for a few seconds before I had to raise the main. I am really out of shape. None of this used to bother me at all and now I am sucking wind trying to recover. Shame. Probably should change my lifestyle a bit. Maybe walk more or switch to a light beer. Wait, the beers can't get any lighter! Really this beer is awful down here. OK, maybe beer is not the focal point here. Maybe some stretching and pushups, situps, lifting jerry jugs and squat thrusts. Remember squat thrusts from gym class? I don't even know what they are any more. My gym teacher was a squat thruster and was also my track coach. Yes I ran track. Shut up. This guy also taught electric shop which I took. It wasn't a nerd class back then. It was cool. So was I. No not really. So one day gym/track/shop teacher/coach is taking apart a TV and showing us the guts. He says never touch the back of the cathode ray tube because you will get shocked. Well doesn't the d
touch the back of the CRT and send himself flying against the wall! We all stood around him looking down at his stunned body. One kid ran. I watched him try to get up while supressing a huge laugh about to burst. "You think this is funny Bryan!" From that day onward coach drove me hard in track practice and in gym I was always the demo dummy. "Show them how it's done Bryan!". What a prick. He made me demo rope climbing. I don't think they do that today after so many kids fell from the ceiling. He thought he had me on this one but I climbed it like a reesus monkey with his ass on fire. Not sure if monkeys know the Stop, Drop and Roll routine. I bet they just climb while on fire. I was all smug while dangling up there but I had a problem coming down and burned my inner thighs on the rope while catching a knot in the balls. We used to wear those short shorts for gym and my thighs were bleeding and girls were laughing while I turrned red with pain and my hands stuffed in my crotc

So where was I? Exercise! That's right. I need more exercise. Squat thrusts. Somebody look that up and get back to me. I have no internets.

We had us a motor sail today. What a friggin surprise. We did 40 miles with the main up and the old Yanmar singing its tune. Not a bad ride really. Was all Peaceful Easy Feeling early on and then we got to the end of Guadeloupe and it was all Welcome to the Jungle and then once we got to the Saintes it was, Looks like we Made It.

We picked up a mooring and are resting easy. Captain Pauly made some potato leek soup because we scored some huge leeks in Deshaies. The thought of anchoring again after the hauling of 275 feet of chain gave me a pain in the back so I am very happy to be spending $13 a day and not having to worry about the damn anchor. It will be nice to go a few days without pulling my crank. THE crank. Sorry.

Tomorrow we will explore the town take a few pictures, maybe get some pizza, maybe do a few squat thrusts.


God, I have Barry manilow stuck in my head. Make it stop!

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