Murphy Family and sv Losloper

Murphy Family and sv Losloper

Losloper  //  Welcome to our blog.
We are the Murphy family; consisting of:
Magnus
Ronel
Michele
Meghan

Losloper is a Shearwater 39, designed by Dudley Dix and built by Gary Back in 1992. We are the proud third owners of this beautiful yacht. We bought her from Douglas and Bernadette Bernon, who made her famous through their Cruising World blog under the name of Ithaca.

This is our sailing blog. Please follow our journey with us! Also check out our other website: http://web.me.com/losloper

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Blog entries are organized under 'TAGS', which can be found on the right. For instance, to see individual crew member's blogs, click on their blog tag.

Jan 7 / 11:03pm

2012

This is simply a quick update.

Losloper is currently in Page Point Marina, in Ladysmith, BC, on Vancouver Island. We've been there a few times already and have cruised around the local Gulf islands a bit. Between Christmas and New Years Ronel and I went to the boat by ourselves for a week, leaving the kids at home. This was the longest we've ever left them by themselves. They loved it. Since they are independent with Michele having her own car, various sleepovers were held with good friends. For Ronel and I, it was the very first time we were ever on the boat by ourselves and we were amazed to find that the boat was suddenly almost twice as big as before. Where did all the space come from? And the quiet!!

Although rainy the first few days, it was fortunately not too cold, so we actually had some good sails, one day having sustained 23knt winds which even reached 30 in one gust! I was extatic. Where were the days when 20 knts freaked us out??  One can get used to anything. Even with the 23knts and higher gusts we thought it was extremely mellow - there were not even real waves! Remember we're now used to tradewind conditions in the open ocean...

Our Honda generator managed to power our heaters very effectively and we were never cold inside the boat. Also, our new down duvets are winners and we were snug and warm. For when outside, foulies were the order of the day.

Ok, I'll admit. I'll choose a tropical beach landfall any day, but this was not too bad at all. Not at all...

 

Magnus

Jul 3 / 12:42pm

Shore life again

We've been back two weeks, but it feels like forever. We've spent more money in the last two weeks than in months on the boat. We've rushed here, rushed there, done this essential thing and arranged or organized that 'can't wait' thing.  It just wears you down.

 

The girls have now finished their school year by completing all their examinations. Michele finished her last Provincial diplomas and have finished her university course selection. This process took almost a day for each and caused a lot of stress, since it was difficult to get the classes and course options to fit. Somehow we managed for the most part. Now she just has to make up her mind which of the two universities she want to go to. We've purchased Michele a car, but haven't received it yet and had to upgrade all our cellphone plans and phones. We're in the middle of replacing our worn out kitchen floor. Money money money.

We start work again tomorrow in full swing. In the last week or so we've also caught up on all the work related and personal mountains of paperwork, including the inevitable crises of missed deadlines that comes with being away for a long time.

We've sat in traffic. We've witnessed traffic accidents. We've visited friends. I've started attending karate and nin-jitsu classes again (almost fainted in the first karate class) and battled a bad cold. We've taken the girls here and there to visit friends. We've spent a small fortune on new 'professional looking' work clothes.

All in all, we've been busy. Far too busy with 'stuff'. Essential, but ultimately completely meaningless STUFF.

How we wish we could just leave it all and go back to the boat.

Losloper is due to arrive in Victoria, BC the week of the 20th of July.

Can't wait.

Magnus

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Jun 23 / 9:03am

We're home.

So it finally came to an end, just like everything else. Our trip is done and we're back in Calgary. As I write this, both Michele and Meghan are writing school examinations.

Losloper is in Golfito, Costa Rica and is scheduled to arrive in Victoria, BC on a YachtPath chartered cargo ship on July 16. Her final home will be Ladysmith, BC, but we might not have enough time to get to Ladysmith the weekend of the 16th, since I'm working on the 17th. She might have to stay over at a marina closer to Victoria for a while.

After the Panama Canal, we visited a number of islands in the Gulf of Panama, specifically the Las Perlas Island group. These islands are really beautiful and a great cruising ground, but unfortunately since the rainy season has started and as a result, the river run-offs from the mainland, the diving and even snorkeling on the Pacific side of Panama was not really great and in most cases we could not see the bottom in even just over six feet of water. Quite a contrast from the Caribbean! Also, we were quick to realize we're not in the Caribbean anymore, when we suddenly had to keep 10-14 foot tides in mind when anchoring, compared to pretty much ignoring tides in the entire Caribbean. We're used to high tidal ranges from our previous cruising of the Pacific Northwest so it wasn't a big shock, but it sure puts a new spin on things. For instance; one has to be very cognizant of what's going to happen with your dinghy when you leave it on a beach and go wandering off. Within a couple of hours you might have a hundred meters of gravelly (or rocky if you're unlucky) beach to get to the water, OR the dinghy has drifted off if you didn't secure it sufficiently. The muddy beaches also creates new issues for trying to keep things clean.

In Shelter Bay we met up with the crew of the South African cat sv Goodie (Jacolette, Joop, Johannes, Dirk) again after we last saw them in Bequia. We originally met them in 2008 and have seen them in the Eastern Caribbean on and off. It was very exciting to see them again and to compare notes and stories and then to cruise together for almost two weeks. We also met and befriended South Africans Adrian and Lisa on sv Two Ticks, a Wharram cat. This young couple has grabbed life by the horns and are living the life on a budget with a beautiful, affordable and unique boat and having a blast! In their presence I felt at least 10 years younger and probably acted even more immature... A Swiss boat completed our Las Perlas fleet and together we had great beach BBQs and mango picking expeditions.

Unfortunately the time came to say goodbye came far to soon and while Goodie, Two Ticks and Yellow Dog turned South to the Galapagos and Marquesas, we (very) reluctantly turned West towards Costa Rica. Here we made quite a serious planning mistake. We miscalculated the distances between the Gulf of Panama potential anchor possibilities. Also, as a result of the rainy season having started, the prevailing winds now made most South facing anchorages untenable. The result was a very long, frustrating and tiring motorsail around Punta Mala. We arrived off Bahia Naranja in pitch darkness, knowing that the next available anchorage was basically an overnighter away through continued squalls. Fortunately Bahia Naranja has an open approach from the West, BUT just to the South of the entrance there are some rocks and small islands. It was so dark we couldn't see a thing and not only that, but there was fog, making flashlights useless. We have a strict policy of not entering dangerous places at night (we hove to during the night off the San Blas to wait for daylight for instance), but here the weather was attrocious, the seas very uncomfortable, we were tired and the Bay had NO dangers except the mentioned islands/reef and of course the beach at the head of the Bay. So, what we did was very carefully plot an approach latitude that will put us safely North of the danger and then we creeped in with active radar. Radar can be a god-sent under the right circumstances - here there would have been absolutely no way to safely enter this bay without it. Not only could we clearly see the islands and rocks (we could not see them at ALL with our eyes, even with our strongest flashlights), but we could also see the surfline ahead and the beach. This allowed us to compare the radar image to our chartplotter and guidebook charts. We do NOT trust the electronic plotter charts for a degree of accuracy to allow no-visibility entries like this. Too many times (regularly on this side of Panama in fact) the plotter showed the islands a long way off from their true position or sometimes didn't show entire islands! Complicating the situation that night and another reason we decided to enter and not continue was that we had lost all our Raymarine electronics about an hour earlier, after which it sporadically would come on, and then disappear behind a message stating: 'Seatalk failure'. Fortunately I have a spare computer onboard with a complete set of different electronic charts and fired that up, with it's own gps. The depthsounder was the only thing that work, and fortunately our radar (although Raymarine), is a completely standalone unit with its own display. The modern trend of integrating all electronics in one network and often one display is in my opinion a recipe for disaster. Twice on this trip we lost all Raymarine data through a failure of ONE connection in the Raymarine Seatalk series installation. This is one last legacy of shoddy workmanship done in Rhode Island when we upgraded the boat initially. One loose or corroded connection can take out everything, including: autopilot, depth, wind, gps data and thus positioning - and if you have one of these fancy new digital, overlayed radar - that too. In such a situation we would have been in a very dangerous situation.

As it were, we made it in safely. We spent a rolly night with not much sleep (the waves curled around the reef) and were up early. After about an hour of searching I found the problem - yes a wet, corroded seatalk connection - and had it fixed. We got out of there asap. After an initial fantastic few hours of broad reaching, we were hit by a fantastic squall that just seemed to go on and on and wiped out not only all visibility, but also most likely, the anchorage we were just then approaching. For the first time we were all in foul weather gear but still cold! Truly, we were in the ITCZ. The result - we decided to be safe and headed back out to sea away from that island.

 

Isla Coiba will have bittersweet memories for us. This is the largest island in Pacific mesoamerica and has a rich prehistoric and more recent history. Currently it is famous for having been the largest prison island in Panama (maybe beyond) and contained hard-core prisoners since 1919 till a few years ago. The prison buildings are somewhat derelict but there is some construction going on. Apparently the Panama government intends to develop high income eco-tourism on Coiba. Here is where our problems came in: Our guidebook stated that since this is a National Marine Park, that there is a modest anchoring fee and a park fee, but that it is only applied to yachts when they anchor in the bay where the park office is located. So, of course we went somewhere else, where we got a tour of the old prison headquarters and explored some of the onshore scenery, specifically looking for crocodiles, for which Coiba is also famous (we didn’t see any unfortunately). We then staged our departure towards Costa Rica in another anchorage, where we didn’t even go to shore. Well, just before we could leave the next morning, the park boat came along and quite specifically instructed me to report to the Park office, where I was charged $400.00 for the four nights we were in the area.  I almost croaked and eventually simply refused. With broken Spanish I made it clear to the officials that I will NOT pay that amount of money and that I take exception to the fact that even though we’ve seen and even talked to a Park official a day earlier, there was no indication of such usurious fees. According to our interpretation of the fees, the total would have been less than one hundred. The officials then produced official documents showing that their calculation is indeed correct, according to rules clearly intended to cover fast daycharter boats delivering a large number of people, stay for the day and then depart. The fee per boat is high and then there is a per head fee, both of which are charged per day. In the end after I flatly refused to pay $400 dollars but knowing that they could enforce it, they accepted full pay for one day ($100), plus a (‘Propina para me’) bribe of about twenty dollars. We got out of there in a hurry, feeling sad that with rules clearly intended for a certain customer base, this island which has lots to offer, will be bypassed by every single longterm cruiser in the future.

 

After a few more nights in variable anchorages we reached Golfito in Costa Rica. The check-in process here was the most cumbersome of any I’ve ever experienced, but at least the officials were friendly and the fees not outrageous (and nobody asked for a ‘propina’). Golfito itself is set in a beautiful bay and nestled below a hill with gorgeous rainforest and the associated animals (howler monkeys, Toukans, parakeets and macaws, etc.)

 

We left Losloper in the care of Land &Sea services, a very unique and cruiser friendly establishment and flew out from there, back to Calgary. Losloper is supposed to be loaded on a YachtPath ship soon and scheduled to be delivered in Victoria July 16. 

 

The adventure continues, but in a new way. PNW here we come!

 

May 21 / 3:44pm

The Panama Canal!

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We're in the Pacific! The Canal transit was another highlight of our trip - as I had expected. We transited the Gatun locks in the evening and spent the night in Gatun lake, tied to a large mooring. The next day was spent motoring across Gatun lake and down the Culebra cut, as well as down-locking the Pedro Miguel and Miraflores locks into the Pacific.

In total, ships are raised 26 meters into Gatun lake and then down to sea level again on the other side (no matter if you're going North or South). The day after we had anchored on the Pacific side, we visited the Panama Canal museum in Panama city, which does a very good job of demonstrating what an inspiring piece of engineering this was and is. Work is currently in full gear to widen the waterways and to construct another lock system, for 'post-Panamax' boats, which will be much longer and wider than the current ships. Currently the canal is 110ft wide and tankers and ships are pretty much all 103ft wide - designed to fit into the locks with minimal space on each side. They get pulled by locomotives through the locks, whereas smaller boats like us, go by 'handline'. I hope the accompanying photos will demonstrate that reasonably well.

We transited 'nested', which means we were rafted to another sailboat. In our case we were rafted to sv Alaska Eagle, ex 'Flyer', who was the 1978 Whitbread around the World race winner. This was a very interesting experience and we found the history of the boat fascinating. The permanent crew on Alaska Eagle gave us a very rare copy of a book on sv Flyer and the Whitbread campaign, signed by all on-board Alaska Eagle. We feel very honored to have been given this valuable book.

Since Alaska Eagle is so much bigger and heavier than Losloper, they managed both bow lines and the starboard stern line, while we only had to manage the port stern line - piece of cake...

All and all this was an experience none of us will ever forget.

From here we're heading to the 'Pearl' islands (Las Perlas). From there we'll turn towards Costa Rica.


Magnus 

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May 16 / 8:50am

Awaiting Panama Canal transit

After reluctantly leaving the San Blas, we visited Isla Linton and Portabelo en route to the Canal entrance. We decided to come to Shelter Bay marina, rather than anchor out, mainly because of Michele and Meghan's internet needs for school. Certainly, anchoring at the flats would have been cheaper, but it is critical right now for them to get all their download and upload needs fulfilled. We also decided to use an agent for the Canal transit organization. After taking everything into account, adding the costs and possible savings of doing it all ourselves (like many of our friends did) and considering the hassle factor, we concluded that using an agent makes a lot of sense. After arriving here we found that most of the people we met, including two South African boats, are using the same agent. All the officials also know Erick and everyone speaks highly of him. So far we have been very pleased with his service. Using an agent also means that you don't have to pay the extra $600 or so 'bond' to the canal authorities and rather than another trip to Colon (which can be quite a hassle depending on the locks), you just hand the cash to the agent, without having to pay the bond. He also delivers all the lines and tires and picks them up on the other side. Our transit date is currently set for May 18. We are transiting from North to South (NOT as most non-cruisers might think - East to West - and for this, the transit is over two days. We leave the marina around 13h00 and then wait for the transit advisor at the canal entrance. After he arrives the three Gatun lock passage up to the lake apparently takes about three hours. We then have to spend the night in Gatun lake. Very early the next morning an advisor is delivered again and we set off towards the Miraflores locks (two this time), for the down locking to the Pacific. We know of one other boat in the marina going at the same time so we might be rafted ('nested') together.

The marina is very comfortable and a great place to have to wait. I even watched game one of Vancouver vs San Jose's Western Conference final (NHL) last night on a big screen TV! Yes it is a bit pricey, but not really more than most other marinas. The alternative is not great however since there are almost no fascilities and lots of wake from passing ships. Here we have the pool for the extremely hot days as well, which is a great hit. We made it over to Panama City last Thursday on the bus (two and a half hours travel time each way) to visit the biggest and fanciest mall any of us had ever seen (the Allbrook mall - check it out on the net - it is massive - bigger by far than the West Edmonton). Of course the girls had a blast and I purchased a new audio receiver and two new speakers for the boat. This took me the better part of a day to install, but I managed and feel quite proud of that!

Other boat jobs recently include a complete main bilge pump installation (I had to replace all the hoses and connections as well!) as well as general maintenance (like new Racor filters) to try and prevent any breakdowns in the Canal locks, which can be disastrous and cost us a lot of money in fines and damage.

Magnus 

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May 14 / 11:49am

I’m Watching You

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The very first night we arrive in Santa Marta just happen to be their carnival night. The main road is just 5 min away from the marina so this time we waited until we actually saw the parade before we went. The atmosphere was so different here. There were no police barricading the bystanders, no elaborate costumes, no speakers strapped to trucks. Only locals walking with a costume here or there. The biggest thing here is the foam. People walk around with bottles and bottles filled with a foam that they squirt at random people. A group of boys would walk by a group of girls and completely smother them in white. And little kids running around, chasing each other and spraying everyone in their path. People from the parade would spray the bystanders. My dad went to stand closer to the parade and take pictures while my mom and I stayed a little further back, out of the spraying zone. We were just waiting for someone to sneak up behind him when we hear someone yelling “Gringo, gringo!” We then see my dad running from a man trying to spray him with foam. Well needless to say, my dad wasn’t fast enough. The funny thing is before anyone would spray me, they would first look at my dad for permission. And of course, he encouraged anyone who passed. So I got completely covered in white by this relentless boy who decided that I was his target for the whole night. He would sneak up and hide behind bushes directly behind us. He would wait a bit to make sure I wasn’t looking and then run as fast as he could and spray me while running away. Well I caught on to his game after the third time. The next time, I saw him slowly walking up out of the corner of my eye and I twisted around suddenly and stared at him. He looked completely shocked! I put two fingers in front of my eyes then pointed at him. The universal symbol for “I’m watching you.” He found this very amusing, his face lit up and he ran back. Apparently this was an invitation to try even sneakier attacks and continuing to soak me with foam. Luckily his bottle ran out and he was formed to call a truce. He and his mother came up to us afterward and told us how much fun they had, I found out it was his mother that gave him the idea to go after me. The boy then asked me something in Spanish so fast I had no idea what he said. However I did understand one word: Facebook. We exchanged Facebook accounts and talked that same night when we got home. We’ve been talking on and off ever since. Amazing to think that we are worlds apart and yet it takes only the click of a bottom to send a message half way around the world. 

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May 14 / 11:47am

Santa Marta

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The passage from Aruba to Colombia was the longest one we had done up to that point. 43 hours nonstop. It was such a wonderful feeling seeing land again I was tempted to say “Land Ho!” But I would have felt like an idiot since they only do that in movies. In Santa Marta, they have a brand new marina and I mean spanking new, the showers weren’t even working yet. Luckily they got them working within the next two days. We were able to experience the full wonders of having long showers every night. It’s funny how simple things like running water can be luxurious for people like us who jump into the sea to shower and have to be mindful of not wasting water. But hey, if that’s the price for living in paradise, then hell, I would give up running water anytime!

All the people working here, the deckhands, the managers, the crew, and are so friendly. You will never see them without a bright smile on their faces. I think they were very amused at our attempts to speak Spanish. Meghan is basically the only Spanish competent one on board. She can maintain a conversation with a local when everyone else just nods their head and pretends they know what they are talking about. I find it easyish to understand but even though I know what the locals are saying, I don’t know how to answer! What I did was write key phrases I used almost everyday on a piece of paper and I carried it wherever I went. It was like my lifeline. Phrases like: I’ll come back later, I’m just looking, or It’s too expensive. Definitely saved my life!

We had some of the best shopping here. Everything is so cheap! 50 000 pesos for them was 25 dollars for us. I definitely bought tons! Hammocks, machete scabbards, bags, key chains, bracelets, you name it! I will be taking home WAY more than what I brought with me.

What I liked most about Santa Marta was the atmosphere. The feeling that everyone is on earth to have fun, to live life to its fullest. The goal for Colombians is not to make money, but to live. Everyone is out on the streets after fiesta. Vendors line the streets, some selling jewellery, others coffee, or food. Everyone is friendly, greeting us on the streets, smiling. Not once did we feel threatened or in the least bit scared. The whole attitude these people always had is so opposite to what the stereotype is, its rather comical. The people, the food, the culture, all of it was such a magnificent experience, one we will never forget. The month we spent in Colombia was a month our lives were made better.

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May 14 / 11:44am

Aruba: One Happy Island

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Aruba for us was a good way to be “civilized” once again. And once in a while, that’s a good thing. What we loved most: having Starbucks everyday! The shopping was amazing, but of course pricey because of the cruise ships coming in every day, sometimes even three at a time. We walked around in what looked like a mini Disneyworld almost everyday and loved the atmosphere. We tried to do some windsurfing, however that was difficult. Near the beach there is no wind, and the moment you cross the threshold, the wind is gusty and unpredictable. I was so frustrated at one point that I punched the board…..not the smartest thing to do considering I sprained my knuckle doing it.

We happened to be in Aruba during their carnivals. It was quite an experience. The parade was meant to start at 8 so we go ashore at 7 to have some dinner before hand. Well we ended up sitting on grass, waiting for 3 hours before the parade actually got to us. So it started at 11 and lasted until 12:45. Even though we were bored out of our minds, it was definitely worth the wait. Elaborate costumes, never ending people of all ages, and trucks with speakers blasting music nonstop. Everyone was dancing, and the people in the parade even stopped and posed so that we could take pictures. We had never seen such creative costumes and we were shocked at how many people participated considering how small the island is, it was as if every single person was there! The costumes were unbelievable; colourful, creative, and elaborate. They did well to catch the essence of the people. Not just for those living in Aruba but for those in the Caribbean. 

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May 14 / 11:39am

Curacao

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We did not expect a lot from Curacao as we had heard the lagoon’s water was filthy and there wasn’t much to do. And frankly after Bonaire, we didn’t think any other island could compare. We were pleasantly surprised that we were wrong. Although Curacao did not have any dive sights, we windsurfed everyday. Just to our starboard, there was a tiny spit of land, I wouldn’t even call it a beach. Where we could set up our gear. We went everyday and got some tips from the local windsurfers, all of them teens basically. We watched and learned. They were so good, they would do flips and 360’s in the air and make jibing seem effortless. The town is pristine and the cobble stone streets lined with quant shops and some high end stores. It was great to walk around and see how different this place was. The setting was beautiful with bright, colourful houses and buildings. We loved the atmosphere. The floating market was something new to us and great to see.

We visited the islands’ sea aquarium, and although there wasn’t much other than what we see almost everyday, we loved the sea lion and dolphin shows. That was something we hadn’t seen before. Being not that greatly impressed by the aquarium we were rather sceptical if we should go to the Haito Caves. This was something I wanted to do and convinced them to come. We were glad we went. The caves are situated deep in the mountainside with a narrow entrance and a vast interior. Stalactites and stalagmites hung from the ceiling and protruded out of the ground. The drip drip drip of the water landing on the cave floor reminds us of the many years that have passed in order for these magnificent rock fixtures to form. It is mind boggling to think that these caves were discovered hundreds of years ago. The caves are so immense, one would get lost if one ventures too far. We passed through one area which was not lit. We couldn’t see our hands in front of our faces it was so dark. It is a wonder how explorers found there way through these passages with nothing but torches. Being in these caves gave me a sense of the past. A feeling of timelessness. A place where days pass, and nothing changes but when decades pass, amazing arts of nature are formed.

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May 14 / 11:36am

Peace, Love, Dive!

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“Bonaire, diver’s paradise”, this is written on the license plate I bought for my future car…..I was being optimistic. We spent a total of three weeks in Bonaire. Diving, swimming, shopping, and windsurfing. We dove so many dives we completely filled out our log books…and still haven’t bought any new ones. The sea life was incredible, I have never seen such clean water, nor such abundant sea life. I guess it really pays to have such strict regulations. The water was crystal clear. We discovered fish we had never seen before, coral that were colours we didn’t know they could be, and the most abundant sea life I have ever seen. Bonaire is no doubt, a diver’s paradise.

We spent one afternoon at Lac Bay, where all the pros go to windsurf. We even saw some of the pros, not in action, but hanging around, although we didn’t ask for their autographs because we had only known about them for like 10 hours. Now if it was Rafael Nadal, I’d be all over him! We took a lesson that day and dad got the hang of it right away…he just failed to mention that he had done it before. Even my mom got up right away. I struggled at first but once you get the hang of it, it gets a lot easier. I started being able to pull the sail up in no time, got the sail perpendicular to the wind, and I was off!! I tried going as fast as the board would allow, which, for such a big board, was not that fast. All the while, there are people in front of me, behind me, to my right, to my left. And all of them are zipping this way and that, going up wind, going down wind, jumping out of the water, doing flips and tricks. I hardly know how to turn the board upwind let alone doing a 360 in the air. It was amazing watching these people, seeing the things they could do, things that I thought weren’t possible with a windsurfer. It was definitely something.

The following is a saying I discovered on this island, which is now my favourite and describes our lives perfectly:

Feel the fear, do it anyway.

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