I can hear these blues lyrics in my ears for two years now, and that would pretty much sum up my attempts at real life, with various rate of success, since my return from the sailing trip 2003/2004.

While work, business and my own IT career in the city preoccupy me quite a bit those days it doesn’t take much to yank me back to those memories of care-free life under the sails. Very recently one of my friends, bless his heart, by his innocent remarks, caused me to get overly excited about faint possibility of making another sail down South. In not so many words he express his readiness to join any sailing escapade, be it crossing the Atlantic or sailing in the West Indies or whatever… This, of course, goes directly against “Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job” principles I am trying to live by now, so the whole idea of undertaking another sailing trip on short notice and completely unprepared kind of did me in.

Thanks to this conversation, or a late-night dinner at Royal Orchids, I couldn’t sleep that night and before I knew I started to jot down what would need to happen to be able to take such trip again.

The Boat. Twenty five foot sloop I had the first time, with its limited headroom, camping stove, bucket and an outboard was fine for the first gig, but I am not crazy about doing it the hard way again. I am scooping some Catalinas 30’ so the little Afterblue has to go, it is on sale now, if anyone is interested. I also wrote down what equipment I would want for my next cruise, something you may find interesting, so I’ll put it up on this site soon. (“Soon” – any such terms for time on this website treat with biblical perspective.)

The Moolah. Bread, dough, mazuma, scratch, rhino, spondulicks… Whatever you call it -we would need some. While I recovered financially from my previous trip, other interested parties would have to raise some cash and they are broke as only twenty one year old, guitar playing kid can be. We could probably work something out there, but for me this would be the second time, when I was so close to getting a mortgage, only to slip the country on a boat.