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Reminiscing boating life

A few days ago our friends from SV Malaika┬ásent us some pictures of our old boat SV Oia. These are the new owners (pardon the intrusion but a good reminder that you’re never really outdoors alone especially with the crazy zooming capabilities of high end cameras!)

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The little sail boat that Kris spend many waking hours repairing but didn’t get to sail across the world. It made me feel a tinge of regret and a little whimsical to be honest.

Of course, I am perched high up in my Manhattan apartment, wayyyyyyyy removed from the elements of the sea that affords me with the luxury of being whimsical. A boat is SHEER hard work, loads of physically labour and financial liabilities attached to it for brief moments of pleasure. (IMHO)

Kris refuses to budge on owning a sailboat as opposed to owning motor boat. I dislike keeling over with a vengeance so I guess we’re never owning a boat again. ┬áThe idea of living in a boat/owning a boat is really romantic, one envisions picturesque sceneries, wind ruffling through your hair, big hats, fashionable sun glasses and cruisers without a care in the world.

Well thats a FALLACY! Sailing is harder than driving, you have to look at sea level (fishing lines), surroundings (other boats), below (rocks/corals and what nots) all the time. The wind has a mind of its own. If you don’t enjoy the physical act of sailing, I recommend just flushing cash down your toilet bowl instead. Electronics and the sea are arch enemies, so there is ALWAYS ALWAYS something to fix!

But once in a while, its nice to look back at the experience of owning a boat. An alternative lifestyle, a road less travelled, courage to pursue (his) dreams and tenacity to follow it thru. He wanted something, overcame all the challenges involved, planned and strategized to reach his goals! That’s my SUPERBOT husband! A Do-er and a Dreamer! Me? I just am his whacky side-sick, willing to ride on these little adventures with him!

Truth to be told, there was brief moments that I enjoyed the rush of doing something different, the thrill of being afraid but the anticipation of fear was really what got me in. Lesson learnt? Dont waste time being afraid of the future, live in the present. The fear of fear is often worse than the actual scenario.

Thanks OIA for the memories.