There is something terribly strange about flying the same amount of miles in a few hours that it took you six weeks to sail, it really messes with your head. I’m not sure if it’s a return to the real world or absolutely the opposite; a descent back into madness. Either way, sitting in that… Continue reading Deutschland, Deutschland ..
Bienvenue a France! Many years ago, when the GC used to talk of ‘his islands’ where he was born and to which he vehemently swore he would never return (a total dump, full of degenerates and the hopeless, with a terrible climate that no human could withstand) he once told me that he would… Continue reading Damn you, Napoleon
Ever since we left La Ciotat, I had been wondering at what point of a blue water voyage did one stop using makeup, moisturiser and all the other girlie trappings of civilisation. Well, I found out. It’s when the wind hits 50 knots; the swell is around 12 meters; you are 100 miles closer to… Continue reading You’re No Gentleman, Gert