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...