So thought I would give you an update with some pictures. I only have the phone I found in Palma to take pictures with but its doing surprisingly well!
So I arrived in Lima with no idea where to go or what to do but luckily my Spanish got me a very cheap taxi and he took me to several hostels until I found a good one in an area called Miraflores, which is quite posh and full of tourists. Nice place, not what I expected!
So had a few days of wandering around trying to remember what I was doing in SA?? Drifted down to the beach (pretty standard for me) and there were a whole bunch of guys renting long boards and wetties for 30soles a day which is about 9euros. Had a sick day out cruising, got stung by 2 jellies, in the same place!? and got burned to a crisp but was totally worth it. Just like riding a bike…
Next up caught an 8 hour bus to Nazca, home of the famous Nazca Lines (have a look here) and spent the morning with my homie Juan who took me and a couple of english girls first to a tower to see some of the lines, then to a vineyard where they make Pisco, the liquor of choice here. Then we off-roaded through a farm full of every kind of fruit tree imaginable, stopped and scored some amazing mangoes from Rosario and then finished up here
And went for a swim (no piranhas). Then I boosted to the airport and jumped into a tiny four seater plane with 3 middle aged Chinese ladies who took photos of me, the plane, the pilot, each wing, each other, the wheels, the runway, the sky…
Pretty much the most exciting/terrifying thing ever, taking off in a teeny tiny plane in strong crosswinds with babbling woman grabbing you. But we made it up and I also took some photos…
If you look closely in the second photo you can see the hummingbird. Also if you look less closely at the Google earth photos you can see all of the shapes and animals. Totally strange, mysterious and amazing. The length of some of the lines is unreal, even from up this high in a plane you still can’t see where they finish…
And so straight from the airport to the bus station where I caught a 14 hour night bus up through the Andes and have now arrived in Cusco. I’m staying with an amazing little family here for the next month or so while I go to Spanish school and explore around. Machu Picchu is warming up for me to come and climb the shit out of it!! Just as soon as I stop feeling so dizzy… More coca tea please!!
Hearts beat. That’s what they do. They also pound, thump, flutter and skip. By default though, they beat.
That was what his heart was doing now; rapidly setting the time for the rest of the band he called his body. He could feel the stress spreading its tentacles through, over and around his brain. The creature called anxiety had its dirty overalls on as it shovelled coal into the steadily building fire of worry as the rest of his organs struggled to keep up with the increased rate.
His knee trembled, as it did in scenarios of heightened awareness. Public speaking, interviews, first days at a new job. Those only posed a social danger though; this was another thing entirely. He shifted his weight onto his jittering leg to stop the motion, only for the bizarre rhumba to begin again in the opposite limb.
Breathing deeply he struggled to regain some of his vacationing composure. It was chilly here though and judging by its reluctance to return it must have been somewhere warm with steel drums playing, jerk chicken and the smell of spliff in its nostrils. Wherever it was it was not returning until further notice.
Clenching his teeth tightly and setting his jaw as he had seen heroes do in movies at times of intense concentration, he managed to persuade his two tango partners to stop shimmying for long enough to propel him onwards, closer to the door. He checked his hand to see if there were any larger anemones growing in the masses of sweat his palms seemed to be producing. Maybe if they didn’t cease perspiring they would be too wet to operate the door handle and he could do this another time. Picturing himself telling that particular excuse very nearly brought a sliver of a smile to his lips. Close but no cigar.
Mustering up what little courage had gotten lost while trying to flee his body he ordered it into formation. It was one of those ‘now or never’ type moments and the significance was not lost on him. “It’s now or never” he said out loud to no one in particular.
Reaching up with one ghostly pale section of coral reef he knocked on the door. Almost instantly there was a response. A shuffling of papers and then the first, heavy, impossibly heavy footstep, sounding like a hot air balloon instantly filled with lead while at a great height plummeting and hitting a giant bass drum made from the skins of a hundred rock bands.
The step was followed by a second, equally thunderous and incomprehensible. There was a third step and then a silence which was at once too long and infinitely too short. Then there was a click and he watched in horror as the handle started to rotate, as if possessed by some maniacal demon. His mind raced with visions of diving face first through the third story window and whether if he landed in a dive-roll he would survive the fall. He felt a sudden rush of air as the door swung open.
Like a POW who has been locked in the dark for years on end, he looked up towards the face of whatever it was that had opened the door with interminable slowness, not trusting his own eyes to tell him the truth. Finally they came to rest on the brilliance of the smile. The horrible smile. The perfect teeth. The impeccable gum colour and consistency. The incredible definition. The white was so pure as to challenge whether, in fact, teeth could ever be any other colour. At once the boy knew he was doomed.
There would be no lollipops after this visit to the dentist.
Weinstein was losing hope. He’d been walking now for hours, days, he didn’t know anymore. His feet were cut and bruised, every step was agony. With the pain came doubt. “What am I doing here?” He asked the surrounding foliage. “This is no place for a turtle, is a new shell really worth all this?” "Depends what kinda shell you’re in the market for I guess mate. The new Dunlop is a pretty slick looking model if you’ve got the stones to pull it off. Otherwise you have your standard Nikes and Reeboks. Not that I’m really that interested, being a giraffe and all. Not really that shelly." Sure enough it was. A giraffe I mean. "It’s just I keep an interest in these kind of things. More like a hobby I guess. Like licking cane toads". Windawg just stood there with a mouth like a cats bum hole. I don’t think he’d ever considered that as a hobby before.
"Wha wha what are y… Where did you come from?" Winsteins words were flowing like cold butter on soft bread. "Bit of a stupid question that one isn’t it? Should be more interested in where I’m going I reckon. Anyway speaking of, I’m off, Cheerio mate". Winny was still sucking in flies but the sudden departure of the lanky and slightly unhinged giant snapped him out of his daze.
"Wa wait! Where are you going? To be frank I’m a bit lost and could use some help." "Alright then Frank, if you can answer me this little riddle I’ve been working on, you can tag along. What does a beaver, a lollipop and a dirty dish towel have in common?" Feeling like a bit of a third nipple (or nubbin) Winny struggled with the bizarre sentence for a minute before simply replying, “What?” The giraffes eyes narrowed. “What he says? What indeed. Seems you look a lot dumber than you are Mr. ’Frank’, using his jittery ears to frame the word ’Frank’ like a school picture. “Off we go then.”
As they trotted off Winfred suddenly realised he hadn’t even asked where they were headed. When he did so much, the puzzling giant craned his neck down to Winsteins level until their faces were almost touching. "I’m off to change me spots, isn’t I Frank." He said with a slight hint of a twinkle in his eye. With that they struck out, into the slowly lightening forest…
Last time on Winstein’s Adventures: We left Winny lost and confused, deep in the hearth of Sherwood Forest as he tries to make his way across the valley to the Shell Service Station. The sun had long since set and from what little of the sky Winstein could see there was only a silver icicle of a moon to light his way. He was making slow progress and he still felt as though he was being
followed but he was fast running low on energy and so despite the feeling he decided to stop for the night. He set down his back pack and found a big soft mound of moss to lay down on. As he began to drift away he drew himself up into his shell, sounding like popcorn popping in reverse. Shloop!
Sometime in the middle of the night Windsock woke with a start. He had shivers slithering all down his spine. He couldn’t see much from inside his shell but something didn’t seem right; it was too quiet. Ever so slowly he poked his head out from his shell first looking left, then right. Nothing. Just as he was about to tuck back in for the night he felt a DRIP… landing right on the middle of his shell. Trembling, he rotated his neck to look above him and found himself staring into the 1000 eyes of the Giant Katipo Spider!
Quicker than you would ever think a turtle could move Winsy was up and fully extended. The rapidity of his movement seemed to shock the beast as it let him narrowly escape its pincer like jaws. Win dodged to the left, scraping under one of the giant limbs as he desperately searched for an escape. By this time Kati had recovered and had raised its body, preparing its deadly poisonous sting for the fatal strike. Scrambling now the frantic turtle was racing around the small clearing seeking a way out. If only he could make it free of the space the trees might help him escape. Just then he felt the drip of the poison from the sting and acting on instinct he rolled like a popped tyre into a nearby flax bush just as the needle stabbed down into the very spot where he had been.
The narrow escape seemed only to enrage the Spider even more. Peeking out from the flax bush Winstein finally glimpsed it, there it was! The path! Raised by the revelation he gathered his courage and made a dash for the spot. 20 metres, 10, 5, almost there, SLAM!! Not an inch in front of his face stood one of the beast’s giant limbs. Before he could react the spider was on him, he felt the hot poison dripping on him and could almost sense the sly sneer on its face. As he saw the shadow of the sting rise to perform its final strike he did the only thing he knew. The thing he had been doing since he first got his hard shell. He shlooped.
BANG!! His head shook as the needle crashed into him and he waited to feel the poison bringing his sure doom. What felt like hours later he realised he had been holding his breath. How strange, he couldn’t feel the poison yet. He listened hard for any sign of the beast but heard nothing, save a strange whimpering sound. Shaking like loose change on a boom box he poked his head out again. Scattered around him were shards of what looked like bone and as his head did a full 360 he saw the beast huddled on the edge of the clearing. The giant creature looked like it was in pain and it was then he noticed the whimpering sound was coming from its direction. Realization dawned on him, the sting must have exploded on his shell when it came down! He ran his fingers over a deep groove in his back that had very nearly gone all the way through. Relief flooded through him as he once more glanced back at the beast. The hurt in its many eyes was almost enough for him to feel sorry for the creature but he knew that he had been lucky to escape with his spare pants still intact and he quickly scuttled off.
At that moment the sky lit up, almost as if on cue. The clouds that had been covering the moon had opened and a single beam of crystal moon light fell upon the path. The path! He had found it! Pausing only a second more to strap on a new headband Winford trotted off, once more on his way across the valley…
That’s all you have to do, said the voice. Your only job is to let the words be written. Don’t get in the way with your interpretations or feigned attempts at character. The story is being told, every moment, every day. The people are there. The tears, the golden, iridescent tears are falling. The illuminating smiles are brightening up gloom filled corners all over, at the same time as smog filled sneers bring darkness to an otherwise bland existence. The balance is there. Like a black and white photo the dark makes the bright seem lighter, sharper. Hopeful.
Let the words be written.
No need to ruminate over should he or should he not have a nervous tick in his left eye. Does he walk with a cane? How often does he use his right hand to smooth back the unruly tuft of hair near the back of his head? The imagination pales in comparison to the unfathomable diversity that is Real Life. There is no need to fake what can be glimpsed by any person, at any time. It’s all there; life has put it all there. It’s in the details. The extraordinary is in every little thing and it doesn’t need to be conjured up, simply observed.
Let the words be written.
It has forever been the job, the unending task of a few: To be the device that allows stories to unfold. To bring attention to otherwise unnoticed and unappreciated details, people and events. To provide a mirror for society to glimpse its soul in with all its glorious quirks and imperfections. To achieve this task they must forever be on the verge, on the cusp. For it is the words that must take center stage. The words and nothing more, for that is his job. To let the words be written.
So, last time we saw Winstein the Wonderful he had just set off on the journey of a life time. His first few days had been amazing! He’d been scared at first, especially when he met a group of rough looking cats but after he’d shown them how to play the wobble board like Rolf Harris the cats loved him! They meowed and purred and after a big night playing puff puff pass they helped him along his way to the edge of the forest.
There, they had to leave him. While the cats had looked rough, Sherwood forest had a reputation for being a very dark and strange place, a place where deals were done in the milky white light of the full moon under the gaze of owls and hedgehogs. Winny was feeling great though! The journey so far had been such good fun that he didn’t feel the slightest bit apprehensive, in fact, he was excited. Excited to see more new people, hear new stories of fanciful places and amazing deeds. Yup, Winny thought, this is the life for me. Nothing but the shell on my back and a spare pair of pants, Yes Sir life on the road is what it’s all about!
And so it was with cheerful spirits that he entered the forest.
At first the path was clear and the woods were light and bright with the sounds of Tuis and Pukekos but, as he travelled further and further into the forest the sky darkened. The tree’s closed in and he couldn’t help but feel like he was being… Watched…
Panic started to build in Winstein and he started to move faster, faster until he had almost reached the speed of an old 1980’s Honda Civic. Hurtling through the bush he lost all sign of the path and was running out of breath. Trees and ferns were whipping past his face, everything was blurring together when suddenly CRASH!
Dazed, he stumbled back from the huge Kauri tree he had exploded into and sat on a fallen Punga. ~Ok big W, everything’s OK, you’re just a wee bit excited and possibly a little bit paranoid after your night out with the Cats.~ He sat and caught his breath, slowly calming down while he looked around to see where he was. The anxiety had begun to die away as he washed his hands in the bubbling creek, but for some reason he still couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched. Oh well, he shrugged as he changed head bands, better be off.
As he once more stumbled on through the bush, it watched. Just out of his peripheral vision, in the deep dark shadows where no light ever reached, it sat, it watched. Waiting, always patient…
Once upon a time there was a turtle who wanted a new shell. He couldn’t explain to his friends why exactly, he just new he had got everything he could out of his old shell. He knew there was a Shell Service Station across the valley and as he started to pack up his headbands and a spare pair of pants he couldn’t help but feel excited.
As he turned off the TV at the wall and checked his rabbit had food in the automatic dispenser he stepped out of his front door into the crisp, fresh, delightful air. At the very moment his foot hit the welcome mat a wave of anxiety crashed over him like a Hawaiian breaker, buckling his knees with the pressure. What was he doing? He was just a little turtle in a big scary world. Why should he feel like he needs a new shell? All his other turtle friends seemed happy in their old shells, what made him special? Why should he feel different? The journey was a long one and, while not impossible, it was surely a challenge.
He was on the brink of turning back to the comfort and safety of his crib when something caught his eye. It was a gigantic billboard, sauntering on the opposite side of the road. It sure hadn’t been there yesterday but there it stood, almost inconspicuously despite its size. It was an advertisement, depicting a scene from the film Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels with the phrase ‘Chill Winston’ in big bold letters. Now I haven’t told you this but our turtles name happens to be Winstein (on account of his Jewish step uncle). Not an exact match perhaps but nevertheless old Winny took it as a sign that he should release his anxieties and, doing so, he stepped clear of his door and closed it shut.
As it clicked he felt a massive weight lift from his heart. The sun seemed brighter, his step lighter, Winsteiner the Shiner was off like a stoned rocket as fast as his awkward little legs would take him. Off, across the valley in search of a new shell…
Long time no see uh? Well on my never ending mission to make it back home I have found myself on the little island of Malta, somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. Its not quite Italy, not quite Africa but somewhere beautifully in between. Its funny that since I left the land of the long white cloud Aoetearoa I’ve only spent 3 months on mainland. Seems like you can take the boy outta the island but island outta the boy!
So I’m posted up here for the winter months looking after a big sailing boat called Nostromo making sure she stays beautiful for when the sun comes out. Not so bad I reckon, while I’m here I get to stay in a wicked water front flat with this for a morning view
so life could be worse! But I promise, as good as it all seems I’m still dying to come home. I miss all the girls and boys I haven’t seen in what feels like years: hold up, how long has it been?
Anyways, would be a trip to hear from you all! I’ve got a bit more time on my hands these days so I promise I’l get back to you on point!
And if anyone needs a place to stay in Europe I’m your man :)
What would you write about, if you could just let the pen voice the unformed and unapproved thoughts in your head. If you switched off the filter that checks for content, relevance, possible reactions by imagined future readers.
Do you think thats how you write something great? Do you call it Divine Inspiration if something wonderful appears in the chaos of free and unrestrained thought? Is it chance? Or is it that great stories simply must be told and we are merely the instruments used to translate and transcribe the vague shadows of ideas into a format simple enough to be understood and shared.
Stories are life and life is a story in the making.
How good is your story?
Would you read it yourself or get bored halfway through, somewhere around the point where the main character stops pursuing their original dreams and crazy schemes. Around the point where they begin to settle in, to grow up, to settle down.
You are the author, at least of this one great book. The beginning has been written already, the base is there. The plot, the characters, their loves and losses, failures and triumphs, glimpses of magic and snatched views of other worlds. Everything is there waiting to be added, created and destoryed, nourished or pushed aside for a better fit.
back on the grind again after taking the winter out and it feels pretty good. I’m full time working again on a boat called nefertiti that looks like this
beautiful boat and awesome people makes it a pretty wicked job. so far we started here
cruised the tuscan archipelago off the coast of italy north of roma up to nice and st tropez in the south of france. At the moment though we’re back in palma getting ready to do more cruising around ibiza so looking forward to it. anyway thats work but what i wanna start thinking about is studying back in NZ pretty soonish into next year, anyone have any ideas? dont wanna be in auckland but not really into freezing our balls of down south either so where does that leave us? pretty excited about maybe coming home soon!! its been what, nearly 3 years? tu meke cuz miss everyone too much and miss the beaches and waves and good good vibes.
but yea anyone who has any knowledge or ideas get at me!!
oh yeah also since the last update my folks have moved here to Palma so its good to have family around, even though it might seem like i’m trying to move away from them again! its been a wicked adventure living on the other side of the world but it feels like time to get to know kiwi land properly and introduce my lovely girl to the most beautiful country in the world at the same time.
anyway thats it for news i think, probably lots has happened but i’ll get to that sooner or later.
So been a while since the last one but after leaving Barca we came back to Palma, originally to do another crossing back to the Caribbean but as it happened we’ve ended up hibernating here for the winter, and what a winter its turned out to be! We’ve lived in three flats so far (this time around anyway!) and we were SO glad that we’d moved into our new flat with an actual heater when this happened…
Yeah that’s snow on the beach. First time for me being snowed on and for it to happen in this city, a once in a lifetime thing, was epic. I was back to being a kid, running round at 2am throwing snowballs at passing spanish people from behind cars.
Apart from the amazing snow, weather here has been awesome. Clear skies and sun almost every day! We’ve been extremely lucky by the sounds of things to pick this year to stay over.
SO anyway back to us, at the moment Rebecca is working at a new restaurant in town called Royale and has been there a couple months now. I’ve had a couple months of day work on various boats since we arrived and sailed a short trip back from Malta but apart from that its been pretty quiet so I’m looking forward to next month when things will hopefully start picking up again. Need to start saving up money to head back home for a visit!!
Yep that’s right, plans are being put into motion for us to be down under sometime around the end of the year so keep your fingers crossed for that!
So our dream period in Barcelona is coming (slowly) to an end as we’ve just been offered another crossing back to the Caribbean on the same sailing boat Stravaig that we crossed on earlier this year. Its been an interesting couple of months, filled with food, wine, cervezas, mas cervezas, Dona Marias and Rrrrricardos to name a few. We’ve seen most of the ‘must see’ sights around town including Tibidabo
the hundred year old theme park at the very top of the city, La Boqueria,
the 800 year old market in the centre of Las Ramblas, watched Barca win at Camp Nou (Go Messi!!!!)
and heaps of other stuff too. We’ve been having fun with everything in this city, even the rubbish. One night after Barca beating Madrid (again) we found this painting in the trash on the street (after several beers)
and managed to carry it all through the city claiming it was the lost Picasso. It now sits proudly in our room. Mostly though we’ve just been kicking it Spanish style which means doing as little as possible during the heat of the day and drinking, eating and partying at any given excuse during the night.
But the best part of any place is the people and there have been lots of awesome people we’ve met along the way, and not always the people you’d expect to meet in a city like this… Of course there’s Gemma, the Catalan chica who we shared our first flat with and love to bits. She introduced us to the Catalan spirit and showed us how and why we should fall in love with this city. Then there’s Ryan, the American scientist here to do his Phd who, at times, can seem like anything but a scientist and his friend Simon, the only scientist you’ll ever meet who’s head is completely shaved except for 3 or 4 dreads and has tattoos all down one arm. I guess that’s one thing you have to get used to in Europe and especially in Spain, nothings what it looks like. Anyhow right now we’re living right next to the biggest city park here called Parc Ciutadella
where any given day you can find people practicing juggling, flips, stick fighting, ukelele (how do you even spell that?) human shape building, fire sticks, tight rope walking, guitar and bongo jamming and on a Sunday, you get all of that at once. Its something epic to walk around in the centre of the city being treated to a unique show, all for free. If you want to, you can live the best life here with hardly any cash and I think thats how the Spanish get their “Manana manana” attitude, its easy for someone like me to fall straight into that…
But now, sadly, its almost time to move on and back to Palma to get back to work. But hey, its just a couple of months and who knows where the next stop will be?Gonna be hard to stay away from this though!…
So continues the ‘Adventures of Rebecca & Liam’, we now live in Barcelona! We arrived almost a month ago and have been doing our best to see and experience as much of the city as we can. Whether its watching an outdoor screening of the origional ‘Phsyco’ in spanish or having a cheese and wine picnic in the middle of the old city you can’t say we haven’t been getting stuck in. There’s so much going on that its hard not to. In one night we found 2 entire street festivals and 5 bands playing on the street in different parts of the city, all for free! Any excuse for a party and the Spanish are into it.
When we first arrived we moved into a flat in Poblenou, one of the outer city areas 5 minutes walk from the beach. We’re sharing with a awesome chica called Gemma who has looked after us and laughs every time we tell her our stories of asking for things in spanish by just adding o’s on the end of every word. Its a big, old and amazing city packed with everything you can imagine and every kind of person you could think of all sharing the same space and not minding it at all. The vibe you get from the place is so relaxed and chilled it makes you wonder why it can’t be like this everywhere. And I can’t wait to see it once all the tourists go!
After a few weeks of seeing the sights we’re ready to get stuck into learning Spanish (so we can make some friends) and hopefully finding a source of income to make our stay here longer. We are, fingers crossed, moving into and awesome huge wicked apartment in the middle of the old city at the end of the month so if anyone wants to come to Barca feel free to come and crash in the guest room!
Oh and if anyone has any idea’s of things we can do or see here or ways to make a living in Spain then send me a message! btw our number here is +34 634 307 773 if anyone wants to drop a text or call.
Check this out. So becks and I go to the beach, hang out, swim and chill. We get hungry so we go for a walk to find somewhere cool to grab a bite. We end up finding a sick little place in the backstreets called The Black Cat and have the best food we’ve had since arriving in Croatia. We decide to come back for dinner that night…
Later that night… We rock up to have dinner and I hear this voice say, “Is that Liam?” and turn around and see, WTF, Megan, Asha and George. In croatia dude. In some RANDOM little restaurant. How epic is that. This world is truly a small one.
Thanks girls for the sweet dinner and dope night. Good to see some folks from home!
wicked. Have just spent a week in Cavtat, a small fishing/holiday village south of Dubrovnik with Becks and her family. The water is the most insanely clear water I’ve seen anywhere in the world, absolutely sick. Rebeccas folks then left to go back home to work and commitments in Sweden while we continued our relaxations in Split, a 4 hour bus ride from Dubrovnik. Cool as old town with authentic old school restaurants and people, plus awesome art gallery’s and pubs. Wicked place.
Oh and somewhere along the way we decided to move to Barcelona! So on Monday we fly there to, hopefully, live… SICK! We’ve got a place to stay worked out while we look for our own place to rent but if anyone knows anyone or anything to do/see/talk to in Barca that would be epic!
so swedish people aren’t very good blog writing helpers!! But they are very good at some other things:
- Sandwiches are EPIC in sweden, especially in Graddo where I’m staying with Rebecca’s parents. The best ham, the best cheese, the best bread and the best butter combine for the Ultimate sandwich action.
- Birthdays are WICKED in sweden, being woken at 9am on your birthday isn’t so bad when there are 2 petrinis’ singing something in swedish to you while carrying a MASSIVE cake covered in strawberries and cream carrying presents!
- People are AWESOME in sweden, especially people like Carro, Joel and Kitty who scream when they see you and cook full on FEASTS for you on your birthday. Carro is the one that screams by the way she is very Awesome.
- Sunbaking is ULTIMATE in sweden. Dude its sunny until like 10pm.
Oh and the thing that makes sweden the most coolest is rebecca :)
Many other things are excellent about sweden and I’m having an absolutely sick time here. Miss you all though!! And will be making calls soon so stand by!!
ahh so here we are again, feeling very sheepish and more than a little worse for wear after a standard night in santa catalina. it’s definitely a love hate relationship with this place!
since leaving the azores we hit some pretty rough weather which built up to 50 knots and 8-10 metre seas at 2am, in the middle of a lightening storm! hectic shit bra\\
but theres always a bright side so we got to stop in Madeira at a tiny island called Porto Santo, very cool place and town and epic meat on a stick. it was nice to head back to sea with happy tummys and clear skies….
so palma until sunday then stockholm then croatia! bring it on :)
15 days of some good and some bad sailing, 3 tuna, 1 wahoo and 3 barracuda, many many dolphins and turtles have landed us in Faial (think thats how you spell it) one of the islands in the Azores. Pretty cool place, good beer and friendy people and good burgers at 3am. Had dinner at a place where they bring out all your meat raw and you cook it yourself on a hot stone. Yea honest, you cook it yourself. Wierd, but good. We all managed to escape without injury and drank half of the islands rum stock after shots of absynthe? and local “gasolina”.
So here we are with a portugese hangover ready to start again. Love it.
at some stage tomorrow we’ll say laters to Grenada and then the caribbean as we set sail (or motor) for palma once again. SICK! Stoked to be back on the water and heading for civilization. bring on the old town. Epic night last night with a meal at Patricks local, several rum tings followed by bonfire and guitar on the beach with norwiegans, way cool send off and i’ll definitely remember this place
Anyhows gimme that fishing rod. Update in the azores peace!
so i kinda realised that for a while now I’ve been useless at letting people know where i am an what the f*%$ I’ve been up to so here it goes, a bit of a brief summary so far…
In November 2009 i left Auckland on a boat called Salperton and sailed to Antigua, an island in the Caribbean. We stopped in Tahiti, the Marquesas islands, the Galapagos islands, went through the panama canal and finally, almost 8 weeks later arrived in beautiful Antigua.
when i got there i kinda realised i was a long way from little old New Zealand so i put my ass into gear and worked like a dog trying to find a job. i also partied like a maniac and called it networking but hey, it all worked out and i scored a job on an awesome sail boat called Ipixuna. I spent the rest of the season on Ipixuna cruising the Caribbean and having a blast. I also met heaps of awesome people two numerous to name them all but they know and can hopefully remember at least some of the good times :) I also met an awesome chica called Rebecca who happened to be travelling around the Caribbean before hitting the states. She was unable to resist my powerful charm :) and was so sad when she left Antigua that she pops back into the story pretty soon…
So after almost 6 months in the carib we set sail for Palma de Mallorca, an island of the coast of Spain. It took 19 days non stop to cross the Atlantic wicked mad trip!
Arrived in Palma, the boat put me up in a flat in the old town and let me have a rental car (haha!!) and i lived the good life for 3 months, during which Rebecca came to visit and ended up staying for a month and almost got us kicked out of the flat 3 times!!
Super sick times with even more cool people, places and parties. Oh and i was of course working hard all the time :)
After a trip around the coast of Italy and Sicily we sailed to Croatia where i took a a week and flew to Stockholm and was lucky enough to be allowed to stay in a WICKED apartment in sodermalm (thanks caro!!!) with becks and saw some of the city. Flew back to work, did over a month sailing the coasts of Croatia and Montenegro before back to Palma and a new flat in Santa Catalina, becks and I’s blue oasis.
6 weeks later Ipixuna sold so i jumped on a friends boat Stravaig and set sail across the Atlantic again headed for Antigua. I arrived in December and spent Christmas and new years in proper Caribbean fashion with lots of rum, reggae and rastamon. tu meke cuz.
spent the next 4 months living with Becks in a number of interesting shacks and working on a boat called Nefertiti. Oh and there’s the series of unfortunate events surrounding my trip to fort Lauderdale but that’s another story :)
Then we got a call from our friend on Stravaig to head down island to Grenada to help them clean the boat up and head back across to palma, and that brings me to now. We’re staying in a cool place right in the marina Port Louis in Grenada and having lots of fun snorkeling, wake boarding and chilling. This island is epic! So hopefully in a couple weeks we’ll be heading into the big blue and back to Europe. sick!
And that’s it. Obviously in much condensed form but from now i will try to update more regularly and in detail so you will know I’m alive :)