Therapeutic function of living aboard a small boat

“My name is Ou,” said an older man in trainers, chequered shirt and pants that hang down from his scrawny waist. “How much for your boat?”

“Who says we are selling?” I snapped at him. I have to confess I don’t enjoy uninvited guests that wander off the touristic paths on their quest for the Attraction all the way to our boat. The worst kind does not even say hello and demands to know how much it all costs and how much for a ride. This one at least introduced himself. So much for mitigating circumstances.

“And if you wanted to sell, how much would you be asking?” said the old man. I looked him over real good – and slow. In Taiwan you never know if that dirty hobo walking around in the cheapest kind of flip flops the money can buy isn’t a moneybags. We didn’t want to sell Janna anyway, even though I do check out other floating beauties from time to time, just in case, for future reference you know. In fact it was me who said it aloud one day, that if someone offered us a lot of money for Janna we could sell with profit and go to the USA to find us a new boat. The truth is, that I probably couldn’t part with Janna just yet. Too much sweat has been shed to give her up so soon.

“Because we don’t want to sell our boat, you would have to pay a lot.” And then I have said some ridiculously high price and considered the whole matter closed.

“That’s not so much. I could do that,” replied that man. “I like your boat very much. It’s the most beatiful boat I’ve seen here. I wouldn’t drive it very often, but I would like to have it. OK, see you later.”

I felt weakness in my knees. What did I do? Is this bloke really going to give us all that money?

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Boat cleaning crew 6

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Boat cleaning crew 5

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Boat cleaning crew 4

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Boat cleaning crew 3

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Boat cleaning crew 2

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Boat cleaning crew

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We Live in Public

We are about to cast off, heading towards the Philippines in pursuit of the deserted anchorages and pristine bays. However, at the very moment we write this, we are literally still trapped in the heart of the civilization.

Cikánský vůz

Our gypsy wagon

We live on a 31 feet long sailboat in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, in the tourist area called Xiziwan. We sleep and work in the main cabin, which is basically a 3x3m room with a small galley, navigation table and two settees with another table in the middle. Towards the bow, there is a 1×2.5m closet and a V-berth. Cockpit (2×1.7m) at the stern is our porch.

Janna is tied with her bow facing the shore. Every ten minutes a ferry full of cheering tourists passes approximately ten meters behind our stern. We no longer pay attention to all those hellos, howareyous, wieheisstdus (our boat is now registered in Germany), that from time to time reverberate over the water surface. Instead we rigged a piece of canvas at the stern to prevent the zestful tourists from peering into our porch and from there directly into our living room.

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The end of the blackout

Apologies to our readers. There is nothing wrong with your television set. We were just unable to find the time to write down all that has happened.

Next week we are going to finish a temp job as boat cleaners of a shiny new motor yacht Azimut 60. At the beginning we thought it will just be a bit of scrubbing, polishing a waxing, that we will have plenty of time to translate and write. Pity, that the visions of  bright futures much too often vary from the reality. In fact, we could have plenty of free time. If only there were not the circumstances. It’s always by the force of circumstances that we are made to throw away those rose-coloured glasses and tuck up our sleeves. In our case the circumstances took the form of two typhoons, broken pontoons and more.

Now we finally have the time to sit down and put it all down on paper. Be patient, it will all appear here gradually during next week.

And did I mention how badly we miss our little boat?!

Ode to recycling and woodbutchery

We’ve spent last few days trying to further improve our living quarters on Janna. Even though frequent rain showers or outright downpours were against us, we’ve managed to move ahead a bit.

Gutted galley

Gutted galley

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