A story from Ireland (instead of the Last Post)…

Posted in Uncategorized on 13 June, 2009 by svxenos

Because I’ve been trying to write ‘goodbye’ for two weeks now and still haven’t come up with anything to say – how many ways can one write, ‘it’s over and I’m devastated and overjoyed’?

So, here’s a story from Ireland instead…

Ireland is all right: I mean, it seems deathly dull to me but then when I stop to think about it it’s actually quite bonkers. Ireland just lulls you into thinking madness is normal. Take the robbery last week for instance.

Now, my parents live next to  a one street village called Kilnamaiden* 8 miles from the nearest main road. Last week at midnight, the locals were (as locals do) congregated in the pub, no doubt discussing sheep prices and EU grants. one looked out the window.

‘C’mere to me, whaaas dat?’ slurred one.

‘Now dat’ said the most knowlegdable one, sloshing his half glass in the direction, ‘ is a stag party. Sur, whatt else could ittt be?’

‘Yer right dere’, said another, as they watched an old banger (translation for Americans, who no longer have such wonders: Banger:A car that only occasionally works) be pushed up and down the village by a bunch of lads in stockings on their heads.

Everyone watched as they did one circuit, then two and finally got the car started. Unfortunately, they got it started in reverse and it shot backwards, stalling. In the lurch of the stalling, a safe fell out of the back.

They pushed the car the length of the village again and roared out of the village, leaving the safe in the middle of the road and the locals looking at each other slack jawed (This dosen’t signify anything in particular. The villagers are generally slack jawed).

It turns out that the local toy soldier factory (I kid you not. Doesn’t every village have a toy soldier factory?) had been ram raided.

The befuddled sots (sorry, locals) called the police who eventually arrived. One of the local cops is known as ‘Ger the walk’ as he dosen’t drive. He got out and scratched his head around the safe in the middle of the road while his partner drove up to see if everything was all right at the toy soldier factory.

‘C’mere to me Ger’ says one of the  locals, ‘what if dey’re still up dere?’

‘Sure I dunno’, says Ger. ‘We’ve only got de one radio like. It’s de one in de car. He’d hafta shout and I’d run up dere I suppose.’

*My parents still live there so I’ve changed the name of the village or they’d never be able to show their faces in public again).

Boat Porn

Posted in Uncategorized on 1 June, 2009 by svxenos

What is it with boys and boat porn? Slater spends his days on the internet surfing for the perfect boat. I think he’s decided on a Hinkley 43 or a Tayana 52 (today).

I’m completely sick of being summoned to ooh and awww over another hunk of fiberglass and metal with various cabin layouts and prices, as in:

‘Look Julie, this one’s cheap.’

‘How cheap?’

‘$125,000.’

‘Slater..’

‘But look, it has a fully tiled separate shower, a big nav station and new standing rigging!’

‘It doesn’t have a rudder…’

‘Why do you bring that up? Do you know how easily we could do that? One  weeks’ work. No, two at the maximum.We buy this, put $60,000 into it and we could sail it around the world OR sell it for twice what we paid for it.’

‘Slater, it’s $125,000.’

‘So? You know what yacht world’s like! That’s a GUIDELINE. We could get it for 20%  less than that…’

(I now have my head in my hands and am moaning softly to myself…I will grow old and die and STILL this conversation will not have ended. Can I just get back to my talking book?)

Sorry, no pictures in the last couple of posts. Photoshop hates me and crashes every time I try to open a picture…

She’s slipping into the past…

Posted in About Xenos and her crew on 29 May, 2009 by svxenos

We’ve sold Xenos. We always said we’d sail as long as it was fun and we’ve decided it’s time to move on.

We found a buyer, the transfer went through Tuesday and we were moved off her by Saturday.

I’m heartsick. Whoever said selling a boat was one of the two happiest days of your life obviously never owned one. We’re giving up our sturdy little boat, our home for the last five years – all those miles and all those memories. There’ll be new adventures, but there will never be another Xenos.

‘White Grouper’

Posted in Colombia, Guatemala, Mexico, Panama, People on 20 May, 2009 by svxenos

We heard murmers of it in Cartegena.

We met someone who saw it in the San Blas.

We saw the evidence of it on one island, if the rumours are true.

We spoke to someone who was robbed of it in Belize.

White grouper.

All along the Western Caribbean – the coast of Panama, the islands of Honduras, Colombia, Guatemala, if you get friendly with a local or chatting to an ex-pat, sooner or later the subject will come up. Cocaine.

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It’s the locals equivalent of winning the lottery. Everyone knows someone who’s found one. The islands we’ve been visiting for the last year are all points on the Cocaine highway, bringing cocaine from the jungles of Colombia  to the streets of the US.

The Western Caribbean is a reef strewn, shallow battered piece of ocean and the drug cartels do not send sailors on the trip. No, they send trusted acolytes.

Have you ever heard the urban legend about the guy who bought an RV, drove it out of the lot, pushed the ‘auto cruise’ button, went and made himself a cup of coffee and was sued when the RV crashed saying the instructions weren’t explicit enough?

That’s what happens to these guys. They plug the coordinates they want to go to into the GPS and Autopilot and sit back. A certain percentage of them will hit reefs and loose their cargo. At the drop off points, more packages will go wandering. Sometimes they have to dump everything overboard when they’re pursued. Then the  locals go hunting for what they call  ‘white grouper’ or ‘white lobster’ – named after the highest paying fish a subsistence fisherman can catch.

There’s an island we visited where everyone is fat and happy. There’re no visible source of income, but if you’re there a while you hear rumours. Every few years someone finds a bale, the story goes, and they take it to a nearby island which has a ‘party’ reputation where they sell it, earning enough to keep their entire extended family in scooters and chickens for years to come.

An island further north has a different story. Young men find the packages and spend it all on cellphones, booze and women and end up poor, unhappy and alienated a year or two later. One island we went to has a ‘drugs hut’ where everyone brings what they find for the village to sell. On another island, we were told we should really have an anchor light at the top of our mast as seaplanes fly in a couple of times a week as low as humanly possible to make pickups. Somewhere else, the cigarette boats the runners use get dumped as the cocaine highway reaches a new refueling spot and necessitates a change of vehicles.

And everywhere, the coastguard. The middle of the night, throughout the entire western Caribbean we heard them  on the radio, booming in on 16, obviously close, talking to some fishing trawler or open panga, telling them to get ready for a stop and search. No signature on the radar though, ever. We were later told that they deliberately  hide just out of range of your radar. Maybe they’ve got radar hiding abilities, I don’t know. It was eerie though. There you were, 3am, alone on the ocean and suddenly, palpable evidence someone was out there.

We had one particularly weird experience. As we were approaching Providencia early one morning (about 0200, we were changing watches) a container ship came out of nowhere.

Initally, we were miles out of her way, but they made a beeline for us. Slater tried hailing. Nothing. Again. Nothing. She was steaming towards us. Jesus, what was going on?

We lit the 1,500,000 candle torch on our sails to make them see us better. Still she charged. Then, 300 feet away, she turned broadside to us. We were looking up at her at this point.

We could see the bridge, we could read the containers (you never want to be close enough to a container ship to read the containers, ESPECIALLY at 2AM). She motored alongside us — she must have been idling almost,we’re slow — for about 5 minutes, not saying anything, not acknowledgeing us in any way and then she abruptly turned a couple of hundred feet in front of us and took off for the horizon. 5 minutes later she wasn’t even on the radar and we were still dangling in her wake across our bows. Someone told us the coastguard could have been on board. Someone else told us maybe we were at a rondevous point. We’ll never know.

‘Returning Boat’

Posted in People, sailing on 14 May, 2009 by svxenos

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I had long had it in mind to make a boat

That would skim the waves quick as any bird

Yet never carry people away from their friends,

But only carry people back to their homes.

-Yuan Mei

Mexico is shutting down!

Posted in Uncategorized on 2 May, 2009 by svxenos

The government has just announced that all non essential businesses will close from Friday the 1st until 5th May.

‘Functions like transport, policing, supermarkets and hospitals will stay open but otherwise the country will largely come to a standstill. It is already operating on half-battery since earlier this week when schools, cinemas, restaurants, gyms and other services were closed or heavily restricted.’

I guess this means we won’t be leaving this weekend — immigration and Customs will definitely be closed!

‘Cancun airport has been flooded by tourists trying to get out. The state of Quintana Roo, where Cancun is located, has yet to report cases but several tourists were found to be infected after returning home. Archaeological sites have been shut.’

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/30/swine-flu-mexico-government-…

It feels weird to be in the middle of such a media maelstrom and feel so completely safe. Life is ticking on here. Hurricane season is coming — we had our first rainstorm yesterday and humidity is rocketing. People are hanging out on their stoops. Food is for sale, all the businesses are open here on the tourist mecca that is Isla Mujeres (although there are no tourists) and no one is sick. We can’t decide weather we should be worried or whether it’s yet another symptom of a 24 hour news media that needs to broadcast SOMETHING.

36,000 people die of the common-or-garden flu in the US every year. 12,000 in the UK.

I suppose it takes peoples minds off the economy.Personally, I think I’d be more worried about falling off my boat and drowning than the flu. That actually happened to somebody in the anchorage this week.

On the downside,  Cuba have placed a moratorium on all visitors from Mexico and told us if we do turn up, they’ll quarantine us. So now the whole ‘where do we go now?’ question has to be decided all over again…

I have a kickass life, and as for Xenos…

Posted in About Xenos and her crew on 23 April, 2009 by svxenos

We’re back on the boat after being up north for the last two months, sugarin’.

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Making maple syrup is great. We move from the sweaty tropics mymujeres

(The day before we left Isla Mujeres)

to a snowy mountain in Vermont sugaring4

(A few days later)

where there’s always something to do — outdoorsy work in snowy woods if you’re in that mood, indoorsy work canning the syrup if you get tired of that. If you’re feeling adventurous, sugaring3you could get a 900F fire going. We work 16 hours a day when the weather is right and none when it isn’t, and it always feels like a privilege. It’s a multi-generational family extravaganza and the highlight of my year – I wouldn’t miss it for the world! www.wildfarmorganics.com

All good things come to an end though. We got back a few days ago and are busy swapping out halyards, varnishing the mast, epoxying dings and the huge patch of stem that was brought down to bare metal by a surmised wind/dock interaction. It’s a first for us to come back with the boat actually in the water and we have so little work to do it makes my head spin!

As far as leaving the boat goes though, it’s not too bad — I mean, no one is going to take as good care of the boat as you would like them to. Thank goodness it’s steel though. If it were fiberglass, it would look as if someone had taken a bite out of the stem (the ‘v’ right at the front of the boat). As it is, we got a scratch that’ll be easily fixed and then we’re off again…where to though, is a whole other issue.

I think we’ll be ready to head to Cuba at the first weather window. That means a new record for us- we only arrived back here a week ago! As to where we’ll go from Cuba – well, that’s anyones guess. I try not to think about it too much – not knowing where I’m going kind of gives me the heebie jeebies. I’m a ‘firm plan’ kind of gal. Despite all the evidence to the contrary.

We got some friends from the bay area, Joey and Heather,  who are trucking their boat across the country even as I write to cross the Atlantic this season (the great circle route from Newfoundland to Ireland) – it would be pretty cool to cross the atlantic with a boat that move at more or less the same pace as us (a rarity out there these days). We have some other friends from the San Fransisco bay area (Traci and Eduardo, www.traciandeddy.com) making their way from Venezuela to Puerto Rico on their new boat. Going back down the Western  Caribbean has definate appeal. Back to the bay islands! Providenca! Panama! Wow! We have to get out of this area for hurricane season. At the moment that’s all we know!

A personal guide to Mexico. For Sarah.

Posted in Mexico on 21 April, 2009 by svxenos

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(This is a temple in Palenque with a larger, unexcavated temple behind it.)

One of the great privileges of the way I live now is that I can be proved completely, totally and utterly wrong. When we first started sailing we planned to spend ‘six weeks in Mexico’ and then zip further down the coast.

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I’d never been particularly interested in Central America. Mexico’s cliché was overwhelming to me and I had zero interest in it – an endless Cancun or Acapulco, lots of drunken holiday makers in bikinis and t-shirts about tequila (one tequila, two tequila three tequila floor), lots of crowds, lots of hassle – and believe me, you’ll see scads of that sort of thing, but Mexico… Mexico is so varied, so beautiful, so unique. I was wrong. Happily, totally, completely and utterly wrong.

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(Sunset on Mexicos Gold gold coast, Pacific side)

The country is so damn big that different regions are, to all intents and purposes, different countries. The people of Chihuahua are completely different looking, speaking and acting to the people of Tabasco. What people in Oaxaca eat wouldn’t even be recognized as food to people of Quintana Roo. The landscape of Baja,bajawith its cactus’s, desert and looking like ‘a giant kitty litter’ (as one friend put it) is Mars to Chiapas’ Venus chiapas(lush, verdant, fertile, full of lost cities and possibilities).

yucatan(Incredibly blue ocean, Isla Mujeres, Yucatan)

And the food. Oh my God, the food. Mexico has the most unique, delicious amazing flavours of any place I’ve ever been. Every region has a totally different cuisine each as tasty and interesting as the next. Don’t go on a food tour of Mexico. You’d never leave. Fish tacos in Baja, Moles in Oaxaca, choose-your-own-filling-tacos in Zihuatenejo, Sopa Azteca in the south…but I’m getting ahead of myself.zihua

(Girl looks at dinner, Zihuatenejo)

If I were you, before I went I’d get a hold of ‘The Peoples Guide to Mexico’ by Carl Franz and Lorena Havens. It’s brilliant. It won’t tell you one place to visit or one hospedajes name but it’s an amazing look at Mexico – culture, sayings, music and food, weird customs and beliefs, which things to buy in which part of the country, even which bizarre herbal remedies to try!

It’s written by some people who went there in a VW bus in the 60s and totally love the place and it shows in every chapter. I can’t tell you how many puzzles it cleared up for me!

One of our first stops in Mexico was in a place called ‘Turtle Bay’ in Baja. tb2(It’s actually a nice place. This Pic doesn’t do it justice).

Slater got sick and we were stuck for weeks and was out on my own a lot. I got totally freaked out by the way men and boys were looking at me in the street. The book put this in such a good context that I was able to laugh and shrug it off and it has NEVER BOTHERED ME SINCE. It sounds pathetic and stupid I know, but I can’t recommend the book highly enough!

It was ‘The Peoples Guide to Mexico’ that introduced me to jamica (HAM-ica). DO NOT leave Mexico without trying jamica. It’s basically hibiscus Rasa (raspberry cordial, to those of you not from Cork). You can buy it by the glass (vaso) or the jug (jarra). It’s gobsmackingly great, delicious and thirst quenching in the heat. Every single little restaurant sells it, not one will have it on the menu – just like Rasa I guess! The guide books often just lump into one sentence under ‘fruit water’ which is weird and unnecessary. You’ll often be able to get a tamarind drink too, which is definitely worth trying, but jamica is worth coming to Mexico for…

Sopa Azteca. I discovered Sopa Azteca fairly recently, probably because it’s an old Aztec thing (Duh!) and we’ve only just moved into the Aztec realm of influence in Mexico. It’s a soup with a base of chilies and has tortillas, cheese, avocado and (sometimes) chicken in it (its often vegetarian though – ask). Sounds weird and revolting, doesn’t it? Nope. It’s delicious, spicy and refreshing. Actually, soup is almost always delicious and a cheap way to eat in Mexico. The vegetable soups are home made and chock full of fresh vegetables and they’re super cheap. It’s a pity you’re vegetarian – if you can get a vegetarian ‘pozole’ it’s definitely worth trying – it’s a soup with a base of corn husks. Mmmmmm. Also, Chile rellenos are great and usually just stuffed with cheese, battered and fried.

I don’t know if you came across ‘churros’ in Guatemala. They’re often sold on the streets in the evenings. You. Must. Try. Bags of fruit with chili powder on them. So much good stuff…

Well that’s a fairly pathetic rundown on food, but you’ll discover your own favourites.

San Cristobal.

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I was going to do all kinds of fancy things here. I even started photo shopping a map with numbers and all that stuff, but the learning curve is just too steep and I no longer have time so you’ll have to cross reference this with a map in a guidebook or summat. Sorry.

Staying.

We stayed here for a week and a half in three different places in three different price ranges. Each one was great. Avoid the ‘hostels’ – they were all more expensive than nicer places and full of annoying gringos. Or, find somewhere just for one night and go exploring to find a place you like – it’s a good excuse to find hidden corners in the city.

Posada Los Morales

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This is about 5 minutes walk from the main square, if that. It’s a huge, 17thC hacienda sprawling up a hillside with loads of old furniture and nooks and crannies, an all you can eat buffet breakfast Slater hankered after. Accommodation is in lots of little cottages with fireplaces, huge beds and amazing views over the main square.

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It’s the best view of the city and it gets chilly at night, so being able to light a fire and sit in bed watching dusk fall over the busy central square is pretty amazing. Apparently it’s usually very expensive, but there was no one there when we visited and we were able to stay for, I forget, not more than $15 a night for the two of us anyway. It’s worth staying here if you want to treat yourself – it is a beautiful place and very peaceful and quiet – there are terraces and verandas everywhere. We stayed for a night or two and then moved on.

Blue hotel, on Guadalupe

Neither of us can remember the name of this place, but there are a million like it in the city. It’s a block and a half from Plaza 31 De Mayo, right in the centre and pretty cheap (a hundred pesos a night, I think). It’s convenient. We stayed here for a couple of nights. Rooms on the top floors tend to be nicer – have windows and light, for example. Ask to see all the rooms they have available before you choose.

Posada 5 on Comitan, opposite a little plaza just behind the church Santa Domingo where the big ‘craft’ market is held every day.

This would be my top choice for a ‘long term’ place if I were you. This place is brilliant. It’s cheap (75 a night, maybe, for the two of us?), a big kitchen, free tea and coffee (and gooood coffee), a veranda and big garden out back with hammocks and a fire pit and free internet.

The best part though, is that the people are great. Everyone was really friendly. There were three unrelated Irish people there – which was a first on my travels, let me tell you! There were retired people and 20 year olds, women with children and backpackers all hanging out and interested in each other – not that jaded, too cool atmosphere you get everywhere. Lots of the people were staying there for a month, or two, or three. One man was from San Cristobal and had stayed there for THREE YEARS!!

Eating

There’re a million places to eat, but there is one street, Madero, which has three or four restaurants with a set vegetarian menu. It comes with a drink, the food is wonderful (seriously delicious) and filling and even the desert is edible!

San Cristobal is a café town. You’ll have no problem finding your own favourite coffee house, complete with coffee roaster and relaxed atmosphere. Count on whiling away at least a couple of days wandering from café to café. A great bonus is that enough baking Europeans have moved there to make the cakes AWESOME. The hot chocolate is great too, different from everywhere else I’ve been.

Café Yik. There are a couple of Café Yiks – one on 31 de Marzo, which is fun, and one just up the street on Av. General Utrilla (a pedestrian street that goes from the main square to the market by Santa Domingo). The cake is surprisingly good and they have a coffee roasting machine right next to the counter. It was the cheapest good coffee we found.

There’s an Israeli place that does good falafel.

Guadalupe

I’m putting Guadalupe under its own little heading ‘cause there’re two or three places there to mention. There’s the hotel we stayed at (which is nothing to write home about, although I seem to be doing just that) and there’s also THE BEST CAKE SHOP IN THE WORLD.

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THE BEST CAKE SHOP IN THE WORLD is a tiny little store, just one door wide, that you will miss if you’re not on the lookout for it. I recommend – well, everything actually. It is the best cake shop in the world. The little bags of jam-tart looking things are very good. So are the meringues. And the…you get the picture.

Centro Cultural en Puente Real de Guadalupe 55 has an extremely expensive organic-type restaurant (don’t go there), but also a pretty good cinema that shows alternative and Zapatista films. There’s a health-food type place attached with good bread and interesting stuff like local hot chocolate for pretty cheap. In the restaurant space itself there’s an organic market once a week – we bought some of the best chocolate Slater had ever tasted there (I’m a crap-milk-chocolate-only snob).

Almost next door is a shop that’s run by a lovely Zapatista lady – not that she’d ever say that, but get talking to her – she’s really interesting. It sells the same sort of tat you see everywhere in the city and at the same price, or even a bit cheaper BUT all profits go directly to the villages school or the families that make the stuff. It’s where I bought all my Zapatista – themed presents. Really interesting.

We went to Simojovel, the amber mining town up in the mountains. It was really interesting – an hour taxi and then an hour in the back of a pickup to get to a town clinging to a mountainside. Do something like it. It’s a completely different take on Chiapas than you’ll ever get in San Cristobal.

The market by Santa Domingo is very good and cheap – you can bargain them right down. Buy a thick wooly cardigan. The food market at Mercado Municipal is well worth checking out – very cheap, very fresh fruit and vegetables (we got 20 mandarins for 50 cents when we were there. you’ll be there in mango season, you lucky bastards). They make a lot of leather shoes on the streets there. I’ve always regretted not buying myself a pair of sandals.

Palenque

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From San Cristobal use the bus company AEXA. It is fully 50% of the price of ADO and just as good.

Don’t stay in Palenque. It’s pretty boring. Get a collective or taxi out to Panchan, which is right in the jungle at the entrance to the ruins. palenque2In fact, we walked back there from the ruins the day we visited them. It’s cool and quiet with streams running through all the accommodations and lots of quiet paths and hippie drumming every morning. Panchan is worth going to just for Don Muchos, an open pavilion where they have live music every night, a restaurant crowded with gringos and Mexicans (the Mexicans tend to arrive just as the gringos are going to bed) and FANTASTIC FOOD cheap. This is where I had my great introduction to Sopa Azteca, but the portions of everything are so big you’ll be eating for days.

No one takes reservations, but if you can get there early enough stay in ‘Margarita and Eds Cabanas’, which is definitely the best spot. All their rooms are great, they have good showers, filtered water and I think an area with a kitchen (although I can’t be positive about that). It’s quiet too. We did spend a night in the place right across the track from them, but it was full of noisy Israelis when we were there, shouting into the night. If you do stay there (it’s cheaper), try to get one of the stand-alone huts. It will be quieter. The showers are brutal.

Other places: If you’re heading down the Pacific side Zihuatenejo, Barra de Navidad  and Bahias de Huatulco in Oaxaca are great.

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I’m so jealous. Not only are you spending the summer in Mexico, but you’re going to be seeing it for the first time. Have a fantastic trip.

Sailing to Barra de Navidad

Posted in sailing on 7 April, 2009 by svxenos

I know I often give the impression, to friends, to family and to the three people who read this blog that I have a hard life. It’s true that there are challenges. It’s true boat maintenance can make you hate in a way you never believed possible, but if I ever am in danger of believing my own myths I remember our sail to Barra De Navidad on the Pacific side of Mexico.

We had only been going for three or four months at that point. Everything was new: The challenges, the friendships, the new anchorages. This three or four day trip was the first glimpse I got of how wonderful sailing and this life I lead can be. Everything came together; the wind, the current, nothing broke down, we didn’t argue, I didn’t feel seasick. It was a pinnacle, a high I’ve been chasing ever since. Here’s what I wrote in the log at the time:

We had a good sail down to Barra, we even had wind for a change. Tropical sailing, we were discovering, was all about catching the land-sea breezes. They pick up in the middle of the day blowing off the coast and then die around sunset. The sea-land breeze picks up as the night goes on and dies around sunrise. How strong they are varies but they’re mostly light and catching them means you have to stay 4 to 5 miles off the coast. Until now we’d been sailing 20 to 30 miles off to stay away from shipping vessels, fishing vessels, unmarked pangas (basically open rowboats with engines Mexican fishermen take waaay offshore to fish in) and most importantly, the land, which you want to avoid colliding with at all costs…

It was flat out there. And calm. And hot. Damn hot. Sweaty, can’t-get-a-break-from-it-anywhere hot. We had no sunshade. We melted and fumed.

Sealife got interesting though. We started passing sea snakes and whales and lots more different kinds of turtles. At night, the phosphorescence became phenomenal, bright green and big mushroom shaped ‘depth charge’ explosions of brighter green as you sailed through jellyfish and ..other things.. which disturbed the water. If you looked long and closely enough (and believe me, apart from gazing at the sky, there’s very little else to do…it’s a hard life), you could see fish individually, swimming around the boat, fighting each other, chasing, ducking diving, playing –a whole world unknown, unseen except for the occasional flash in the middle of the night.

When looking at the sea made you feel dizzy you could turn and look up at the stars. If we had to hand steer at night, we steered by the stars, changing the star we steered by every half hour or so because you could see, actually see, the great sweep all the stars make from one side of the sky to the other every night. Every night that trip was so clear you felt if you held your breath long enough you’d be able to see forever, that the answers to everything would become obvious if you could just see one layer deeper into the universe.

If we’re on a trip for more than a couple of days we gradually stop talking to each other. One of us is sleeping or busy working somewhere else on the boat, but it’s more than that. You become attuned to the rhythms of the sea. The breeze and the salt and the birds all become part of your consciousness. Keeping watch, you instinctively know when something on the horizon has changed, that a vessel has moved into view behind you. It’s eerie, yet it feels completely natural. You can tell a change in the breeze is on its way from the curl of the wind on your neck. There’s no need to talk. It’s the sea, and you are just ‘be’ing.

I think that’s why longer journeys are easier than short, one or two day hops down the coast. Coming ashore after six or seven days at sea you stumble, you feel drunk, you’re heavy eyed, the modern world is completely overwhelming. At that point, you could have stayed on board forever. One or two nights though and you haven’t caught up on your sleep, you haven’t adjusted to the watches, you’re tired and crampy from moving around underway. The rhythm eludes you and you can’t wait to go onshore.

I wish I had words for the life we’ve lived the last year and a half, but I think ‘cursing and working’ probably cover it. Boats eat every penny you have and demand more. Despair at the work, the life, the struggle for money have had me in tears and packing my bags to go more often than I care to think about, but oh! Something about the wind in the sails, the spray hissing, the water swooshing under the hull and the salt on your skin – the gods of the elements make the boat hum and suddenly, that’s enough. Your heart feels as big as the horizon. We’re living for the horizons at the moment. They’re starting to look very good.

Short, Sharp Lesson of Owning a Boat (SSLOB) number 777: A Boat Name is Not an Easy Thing.

Posted in About Xenos and her crew on 24 March, 2009 by svxenos

What’s in a name?

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A boat name is not an easy thing. When we bought the boat (which seems so long ago that the earth wasn’t solid and dinosaurs roamed the earth, although it’s just over 4 years) it was called ‘Another Pearl’. The owner explained ‘because every new experience is another pearl of wisdom’.

All well and good, but some pearls should be dissolved in vinegar and we wanted to change it. That was when we made another of those discoveries that seem obvious in retrospect but we were utterly oblivious to, hence:

Short, Sharp Lesson of Owning a Boat (SSLOB) number 777: A Boat Name is Not an Easy Thing.

We put off the discussion for over a year, hoping that casual conversation and life would suggest the perfect name, much the same way that the angel Gabriel visits Mary in the film – soft focus, glowing lights, Gregorian chants and ta daa! The Name.

Alas, no epiphanies for us and with departure growing ever more real, the coastguard documents needed a name, and the arguing began.

Slater and I are very different people and we couldn’t find a name that appealed to both of us. There’s complicated criteria in a boat name too. It has to be distinct syllables (to identify yourself on the radio), simple (so foreign officials don’t have too hard a time checking you into the country), and, most worryingly, it is the name by which you will be known as in certain circles forever. No longer a person with a name, surname, a proud heritage and family history, you are now ‘Bob and Deb from Dream Caper’. If you’re lucky, that is. There are thousands of conversations like this happening at potlucks all around the world as you read this:

Slightly Drunk Pot –Lucker: Do you know their names?

Friend: No.The boat’s ‘Old Fart’ though.

SDPL: I know. He told me his name when I first met him 6 months ago, but I can’t remember it…damn. Doesn’t he call his dingy ‘Fairfart’?

Friend: Yup. Oh, here they come…

SDPL: Hey, if it isn’t Old Fart and Fair fart in person! Sit down, sit down!

Friend: Would you like some of this mako shark I caught this afternoon…

Slaters brother, Dave, thinks the boat has astupid name and never refers to the boat as anything other than the name he decided it should have:’Predatory Advance’.

I wanted ‘Mij’ or ‘Mijbil’. We even sent off papers to the coastguard and called it that for a while. I thought it sounded cute and besides, it was the name of the otter in one of my favourite books, ‘A Ring of Bright Water’. A very cool, very playful otter? Loves the water, travels? What could be better?

Slater couldn’t stop thinking about the housewife in ‘That 70s Show’, refused to give the name without a long pause, and blushed if he thought too long about it. Oh Dear. He called the boat ‘Magnatron’ for a few days, but I didn’t want to live in a transformer. Someone suggested ‘Knitty Gritty’, which I thought was a brilliant idea (I was knitting quite intensively at the time), but Slater objected to anyone thinking he was dirty (fair enough, even if true). He then tried to call the boat ‘Hot Steel Sweat’ which was obviously not going to work.

In desperation, we drew up a list and ranked the names out of 10:

Chunker 7

Sandra J. Hawking 5

The Sinker 4

Chainplate 9

Tooth Grinder 6

Bacon fat 1

Erdelazi 10

Pin-O-Chet 6

My Hot Rod

Jewely New 3

The Dr. Atkins 2

Bludgeoner 2

Terry

WWW.myhotboat.com 7

Coolo Flacco 4

Goshawk 4

The Gungership 5

We Get Cranky 2

Emmmm 3.5

Tamala 4

Manteca 1

Osprey 6

Plonker 2

Knitty Gritty

Gunanaco 4

Bucktooth Betsy 3

Hippo 7

Zorro Gris 4

Hot Steel Sweat 3

Fatty Ass 8

Gem 1

Hook, Line& Sinker 7

Chica II 3

Randy Mandy 1

Pis-Hut 2

The Allie Cat 6

Magnatron 10 (S), 0(J)

The Hoorhound Heifer 3

The Humper 2

Ample 5

Mechanatron 3

Gazump 3

Lanstrom 1

Mij

Jenny Sue 3

Cold Flush 1

Xenos

Try saying them aloud and hailing it twice on the radio: “‘Bludgeoner’, ‘Bludgeoner’, this is ‘Emmm’.” ‘Sandra J. Hawking’, ‘Sandra J. Hawking’, this is ‘Gazump’.”

Looking back over the list now, it strikes me that, while we had a laugh making it, we still weren’t very serious about actually naming the boat. The second thing is that a lot of the names are derogatory.’Tooth Grinder’ anyone? ‘Manteca’ (the Spanish for ‘lard’)?

It’s a very Ireland and UK thing. Americans are so damn proud of their vessels, they don’t mind who hears it. In Ireland, the more you care about something, the more sarcastic you get. It’s also experience. 4000 miles later having sailed in Xenos in all kinds of conditions, our respect, admiration and awe for our little vessel is such that even mentioning ‘Fatty Ass’ in the same sentence as her is distasteful (although becalmed in the tropics I have to admit ‘Hot Steel Sweat’ is often apt, but much more for me than the boat).

We called it ‘Erdelezi’ for a while (in fact, it’s the name on the sail bags), but a combination of no one being able to remember it and the embarrassed horror Slater experienced overhearing me explaining what it meant put the kybosh on that (Erdelezi is the festival the Roma people in Europe have each spring to celebrate the winter being over and getting back on the road after a winter of being snowed in. The time for travel, music and plenty has begun. It seemed fitting).

We settled, in the end, on Xenos. It’s the Greek for foreigner. The boat’s from Canada, Slater is from the US and I’m Irish, so no matter where we are, one of us is foreign. It’s a band that plays traditional eastern European music that Slater likes. It’s also the Greek for guest and host, an idea we liked (even if we have practically no visitors).

Actually, someone told me recently Xenos is the mathematical concept that if you go 50% of the way between ‘A’ and ‘B’ you never get to ‘B’. That’s apt.

We did discover a downside to the name. ‘Xenos’ (zeenos) is pronounced ‘ceenos’ in Spanish. Which means Breast. I guess we’d’ve been boobs no matter what boat we ended up in.