Costa Rica

We have arrived in Costa Rica. Strange to think that already we are in another country. As we were delayed by a lack of wind we approached the marina in darkness and were not able to gain access to land yet, so we are anchored in the centre of the bay content for now to stare at the lights that sweep around us in an arc, tempting and inviting, but for now out of bounds. We considered the calm dark waters for while, deciding whether swimming to shore may be an option, however we reminded ourselves that we are in the Pacific, and these tranquil waters may be hiding a rather undesirable welcome committee; sharks, sea snakes and crocodiles are apparently not uncommon here.

Tomorrow we will go ashore and we will have an opportunity to explore. For now I keep company with my vivid imagination and a glass of Baileys on ice.

After travelling for so long alone I am finding it difficult sometimes to remember that my decisions are not entirely my own to make. So used am I to acting impulsively, selfishly even, that planning my schedule around the other crew or the captain is taking a little getting used to. I occasionally miss the freedom of being able to make entirely my own choices, however I am also enjoying the pleasure of meaningful friendship and companionship. In any case, only a short time remains of this journey and then I will be on my own again, good or bad, come what may. I only wish I knew what my next step is going to be.

(Either way I have made a promise to myself that I will be in Mexico by my birthday, February 1st, slamming tequilas wearing only a sombrero, a g-string, and a smile.) (For future photos please check the website...;)

The Music Of The Night

Music catapults me spiritually, emotionally, almost physically into the past. The power of music is thousand times more intense here at sea, when there is nothing in the stillness of the night save the infinite heavens above and utter darkness all around, embracing us within a pitch black void.

It is 4am and the deepest part of the night. I watch the ocean from the cockpit, scanning the impenetrable horizon for signs of movement or light. Earlier I found some old mini-discs and began to listen to songs that I have not played for several years, some as long as a decade. The flashbacks begin immediately and I am swept back into a sea of memories. There is nothing else to stimulate my mind at this moment, so I lose myself in my reminiscing. Faces appear before me, old loves long gone, (some best forgotten!) and old friends from around the world who are still dearly missed. You all know who you are. My love goes out to you tonight!