Then, because we needed some fresh fish – Damo and I took off on the kayak for a little kayak fishing (the visibility is a little off right now). Damo wasn’t convinced we’d land anything, but I kept the faith. About 30 minutes into our little trip a reel was buzzing and Damo got to fight a pretty good sized Barracuda on light tackle, on a kayak. It was fun to watch, and I could tell that Damo was having a blast. Equally importantly, with no ciguatera down here – we now had fresh fish for our next meal.
Yesterday Chels told me she felt sorry for me, when I was in the engine room bleeding all over the place, with diesel and oil in my cuts and scrapes. It occurred to me that I’d heard that sentiment before from some readers, so here’s some clarification: pity is the wrong emotion.
This whole thing is a massive experiment. The learning curve is pretty steep, and sometimes it seems like the stakes are really high. And often, boat issues seem to dominate the thought-landscape. I read a little Thoreau this morning though, as I drank coffee and watched the sun come up over the back of my catamaran. It helps remind me why I started this.
“Through want of enterprise and faith men are what they are, buying and selling, and spending their lives like serfs… We should come from far, from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day, with new experience and character.”
With that in mind, here’s the truth:
Everybody onboard has stories that will never make it to this site. Tons of them. And every one of the crew members onboard has experiences you can’t understand – because the intensity of the highs and lows are too much for words. There’s no substitute for experience, and peril, and adventure. And I promise you, if you’re looking to build character this is a Hell of a way to do it.
It’s like mainlining life. It’s pure, unadulterated life. It’s not muted by the conveniences at home. There are few rules. You’re completely in charge of your own destiny.
All the career success in the world won’t give you these experiences. You can’t buy the kind of character this builds. You can’t make up the stories you’ll live through. Your two weeks “traveling” to a dive resort in a foreign country is nothing compared to this. There are no places in civilization that can give you this freedom. No matter how hard you try, there’s no substitute for this in a cubicle, or a corner office. There’s nothing that can change you the way this kind of life can.
So, what did you do yesterday?