Occupying the Head

As I am sipping my Bacardi Coke I am thinking how crazy and unreal this already is.

I am onboard the boat of my dreams. Well, one of the many dreams I have. This one is the one taking must thoughts the past 6 years, and here I am. Sitting in bed with a somewhat farting Gypzy by my feet, after a day that mainly consists of new thoughts, head tumble, cold snow and Swedish. Keeping my head busy by translating all the technical parts of this old Swedish School Boat that goes a hundred years or so back in time, from Swedish to English. The Captain left us in charge last Tuesday for a business meeting he had to attend in Senegal, Africa.

Only word I heard from him since was a mail where he asked for my shoe size, which no matter what will bring a cool surprise when he gets back tomorrow, Sunday.
One more thing will be in stock to complete my Perfect Wardrobe.


The Captain.

A Real Captain. One of those with stories that could keep you awake all night. Stories that makes you fizzle in excitement. Real pirate stories. And by this I mean REAL pirate stories. He has seen it all. Tasted it all. Felt and touched it all. He is truly a fascinating person.

I will feed of him while being onboard. I will take in everything he has to teach me and take the part that fits my personality and never forget.
He picked me up at the airport when I arrived Friday Dec. 10th at shit-o'clock at Brussels Airport. One hour drive to Ternauzen ( where we are currently docked till we are setting sails this coming week). One hour and we had already discussed the history of language, Sokrates' relationship with Plato (philosophy), how to get rich (!) and how you best try make people happier (note; not happy, this is up to you).


We agree on a lot of things. And the ones I disagree with, I quickly change my mind after a short analysis by the Captain. I dig it. A lot!


I can keep talking about the Captain but feel confused as I do so. There is so much. Already. Think after a few days on sea with him, when we get to share more stories and laughs, I will get back to him.

The dream. Wow, Thee Dream.

I wake up in the morning and the sound of the quiet waters that surrounds the boat as we are docking gives me a real reminder where I am.

I'm On a Boat!

I see the whole world map in front of my eyes and picture us cruising to all these spots on it. I see colourful nature and a beautiful powerful blue Ocean. I find it hard to write about. Maybe a few more sips will justify it.
Sometime before x-mas we will be heading South. Las Palmas, Gran Canary which is one of the islands in the island group of The Canary Islands. A group of islands, I, with family revisited 6 times during my teen years. A beautiful place off the African Coast. Here we are to dock for a few weeks to explore with somewhat older eyes and mind than last time.


12-14 days (depends on weather and wind) the voyage will take us till we reach the beautiful warm naked climate. I cannot wait to take off my clothes!

It will be a period in my life where isolation from the "outside world" will take place. And this I am truly looking forward to. Forced to listen to your head and try control whatever thoughts that may come to you. As well as letting your mind flow when trying to See within yourself. A time for books and music to play a huge role in your life. Luckily, as the ground I stand now; 11 books awaits me.

Everything from "Sokrates", "Pirates" to "The Joy of Sex". All books I made sure to store from the Captains library. Considered being on a boat, completely without boys (!) I need these love novels and American-Hollywood-Romance -Shit to (hopefully) give me pleasant dreams! Anyhow, I will make the most of it. Who knows, I might even learn something!


I honestly have no frigin idea what this trip will be like. No frigin idea what and who will enter my life. As blogged earlier. A thought I need to get used to, again. And I will. I am too excited not to.




I wonder what the title of this Chapter of My Life will be...

What May Come

It is weird how different I feel from my last attempt to keep a blog. Back 2 years, traveling Asia with the D (dad) and how I think, feel and see the experiences now. Back then, only 24 months and hundreds of adventures; some more unreal than others and some more memorable than ever.


Looking back, reading my words I typed when being in Chiang Rai, Northern Thailand for too long, and now. I was cool then. I was a hard-core-bring it on-traveler. A girl who couldn't see enough, feel enough and who lived only for breathing new culture and diversities in life.

Now. Now I merely dream of thee perfect wardrobe. I want to settle down. I truly want and desire it more than I ever had in my life. I started to appreciate the terms and routines that follow when settling down..however; I cannot. Life has taken me elsewhere, taken me from a city I love more than any. A people I feel for and see myself in. A culture that constantly will keep me on my toes and a love that could take me as far as I desire. But, despite true love, despite my heart feels it belongs to Tel Aviv, the more it needs to go elsewhere.

I guess the girl I see when reading two years back, is still chasing dreams inside of me. And that is OK. Actually, more than OKAY. I love my decision to leave, I had to, I needed to and I wanted to. A very smart person once told me " Distance either blow out the fire OR it provokes it to burst out in flames". Whether this will happen, only time can tell.


Tel Aviv and Israel all in all gave me more than I ever wished for. Friends I will never forget and a love I never before felt. This is truly a gift and a gift I will cherish more than any. A part of my heart belongs to them, You. This is a fact! Thank You!


The presence of life gives me excitement; feeling on not knowing jack of what may come the next few months, not even weeks. A feeling I used to feed off, a feeling I breathed for and always could make me smile. A feeling I now need to get used to, again.


You can say I did settle down in Tel Aviv, in a way. This city is the first I stayed for that long, the first country that kept giving me a reason to wake up in the morning breathing the Holy Land's air. I almost had a wardrobe even.. but not a perfect one. This one is still to come, and this I am truly estatic about.

The Love of My Life has turned from a person to a dog. Crazy and freaky is may sound. Yet, the love I felt and now feel cannot be compared..but to be bold, they both make me smile equally. No need to interpret this saying!...


As I decided to keep this blog and actually work on it, I promised myself and friends not to "cover it up". I might not be disgustingly honest the whole way through, but I promise to be bold. Even uncensored, if I am lucky! It is time I get my word out, even "just" to YOU. But merely and heartedly to myself.


Come What May

Whatever that implies I am not yet aware of. A split feeling of nervousness does hunt me, yet if life does not follow you with a tiny feeling of this, you simply do not live life to the fullest.

Take a chance where you find a chance worth taken, I'd say.

I do not want to live life nor take in experiences that are not worth telling. And so far so good:)


So this will be the beautiful beginning of an ending and a start.
How cool would it be if you could flip the pages to the very last one to read the conclusion, or just get a feeling whether it is a happy one or not. Guess only time will tell!

And time, THIS is frigin fucking COOL!



Let the stories begin MOTEK...