Wednesday, May 21, 2014

FUCK MY LIFE

Everyone that meets me or sends me emails thinks I have the best life in the world.  Let me set some things straight for the record.  This was my life the past 24 hours.  This is what I sail for all the time.  This is what doesn't make it into the blog on a daily basis. The reason all of this made it into the blog is because this is what I did from the moment I woke up until I blacked out at 9 PM dead tired.

I woke up this morning to the toilet overflowing.  I asked the girls if either of them had put anything in the toilet.  They both responded absolutely not.  After about 1.5 hours of standing in shit and urine up to my ankles and it spewing out of pipes all over me I found a tampon in one of the pipes clogging it completely.  Someone obviously lied to me!

I got cleaned up a little and took care of some things on the boat so we could go diving.  I sent the girls into find out what the story was and when we were leaving to dive.  This usually should take about 15 minutes to figure this out. About 2 hours later they show back up to the boat to say we were not going diving.  Instead everyone was going to the Iguana Farm which I had asked from 9-10:30 that morning if everyone wanted to go and the answer was No, everyone wants to go diving.  For non cruisers; Leaving people stuck on a boat for hours waiting to go diving while you go into shore is unacceptable.  Let them no it will take hours so they can go do their own thing.

I end up going offshore and diving by myself for about an hour.  I come back and everyone is back on the boat and ready to go diving now.  They take the dinghy and head out.  Before they leave I made a point to say DO NOT lose a spear tip.  They show up an hour later missing a spear tip.  No one on the boat has any idea of how it happened? Someone is obviously lieing once again.

It is beginning to get late now and I am overall worn out from acting as Captain to a fucking crew that can't listen.  I sit down in the cockpit and have my first cold beer of the day.  I am drained and the sun is already down.  The wind begins to pick up and I notice a boat dragging in the back of the anchorage.  They get it under control and move forward directly in front of us.  Drop anchor and drift to within about 15 feet of my bow.  I jump up with the spotlight and yell at the captain notifying him he might be a little to fucking close to my boat in 25 knot winds.  He doesn't have the boat under control what so ever and is continuing to drag.  I am on the bow ready to fend this beast off while Christian hops in the dinghy to come around front and push the guy from his transom.  Christian can't get the dinghy started and ends up pulling out the pull start completely.  We are now engine less on the dinghy.  The boat anchored of my bow pulls away finally and looks for a new spot.  Drops anchor off my port bow and drags past me at over 4knots. Puts boat in reverse and drags his anchor while in reverse all the way around my boat for a complete circle.  I ask what the hell he is doing and if he needs me to come over and help him anchor.  I don't end up going and fall back onto the cockpit cushion.

Not even 15 minutes passes by and a boat with no one aboard drifts past at a "high rate" of speed directly off my starboard side and is headed into the reef. I call on the VHF for anyone in the harbor to assist and try to get a name of the boat for them.  Remember my dinghy engine is dead.  All the sudden my spotlight decides to die as well.  The anchor surprisingly catches right before the boat takes out a new 40 foot Lagoon.  Lagoon people are obviously on the radio flipping out and the lady is going nuts!  

I give up.  Its blowing very heavy at this point in time.  I am about 100 feet off the bow of a 52 foot center cockpit.  I decide my anchor is holding and try to call it a night.  At this point in time after all I have been through in the past month putting up with shit I decide to fall asleep.  Only thought going through my head now is if I drag and my boat sinks its a fucking blessing in disguise and I can be done with this sailing crap.

Still want to go cruising?  Want to sail to exotic locations? Deserted islands?  Well rethink that because what the magazine articles show and the gear manufacturers advertise is truly only about 5% of what sailing out here is really like.

Sorry for all the ranting but every once in a while the truth must be told.  It isn't easy out here, but once this is all said and done I am ready to get the boat geared up and head for Utila.

Ciao,
Matt

6 comments:

  1. This was your best post yet! I love the gritty details, I want to hear about the real cruising life.

    More of these, please.

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    1. HAHA... I will give ya'll some more good juicy cruising details as they happen. Welcome to the good life!

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  2. :( Hang in there, friend. The good life days must surely make up for these shitty ones.

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    1. Your damn right! Its already gotten much better today.. Looking forward to getting back out at sea.

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