The Joys and Sorrows Of a Life At Sea

We’ve scrubbed the boat from the mast all the way down to the keel. Now it’s time for some harmless intellectual enjoyment. Finally we are using our new folding table. Still testing if we like it this way, but so far so good. Looks like we might keep it and finish it.

We can’t wait when we have a group of hungry kindred spirits over for a dinner one chilly evening… Don’t be a stranger when you pass by!

Folding cabin table in action

I haven’t been maintaining LyZ for a while. Can’t find the will to sit down and open Emacs any more. Apologies for that.
We’ve been working on our boat a lot lately and are about to leave the shores soon to go cruising. So, the chances that I will do any substantial work on LyZ are slim.
Anyone out there who would like to take over? Drop me an email: petr.simon@gmail.com

My metamorphosis (Notice the blue object I’m getting rid off in the left side of the picture)

Location: Taiwan

Current weather conditions: more than 30 degrees during the day followed by tropical nights

I’m lying on the port settee (Petr is sleeping on the starboard one) and in the middle of the night I suddenly turn over. Mind you, it’s not that easy though. First, I have to unstick my hair from my sweating neck and spread them over the pillow behind my head so that it won’t stick to my face again…

Or picture this: We are about to drive our scooter and I have to untie my ponytail and plait my hair in order to put the helmet on my head…

Or: I’m mixing a salad, seasoning a soup, kneading bread dough, working with epoxy, painting or varnishing… the list just goes on and on – each time at least one of my hair finds its way into the mixture or spoils the job…

Or just yesterday: I’m carefully scanning our almost clean cabin floor and suddenly, in the corner in the direction the fan usually blows, I spot a wisp of blond hair – it certainly doesn’t belong to Petr…

Once again I find myself musing about the times eight years ago, when I also had my originally long hair cut short. In order to really make the move, I went through some photos taken during my ” Sinéad O’Connor period”, but even at that point I have basically already made my mind. Do you still find it too extreme a decision despite the different situations described above? Just picture this: We’ve just sailed into a beautiful anchorage with crystal clear water. Once our anchor is lowered and we are all settled down for the rest of the day, without thinking twice Petr just jumps directly into the water, while I observe him enviously from the deck considering whether I should follow his example, even though it means getting my hair wet and then getting rid of all the additional salt that might get into the boat. One thing is for sure, I won’t be doing this kind of reasoning with a crewcut! Plus this way we get rid of not only my comb and rubber bands, we no longer need to have a bottle of shampoo on the boat!

You can see the whole metamorphosis here: Picasa album