Position: 38°24’50.5″N 9°13’23.9″W “Aleta, Aleta, Aleta, Billaroo, Billaroo, Billaroo.” The VHF awoke with an unmistakably Australian accent. Twenty-four hours into our passage, we approached our final leg to Lisbon by rounding Cape Espichel and crossing the depths of the Lisbon …
Pop Quiz! You have ten minutes to complete this quiz. Good luck! You are motoring late at night towards the lights of Málaga. A vessel appears off your port side, but not on your Automated Identification System. Is it: A …
Position: 36°31’47″N 3°52’08″W As the sun rose over Aleta’s stern and Carol arose from her slumbers, it was time to change watches. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dolphin and called down to my first mate. …
Position: 45°37’26″N 122°40’42″W It’s only been four and a half months, Lauren reminded me. I thought it was six, and that we’d more than passed our sell-by date. After all, fish and house guests smell after three days. Then I …
Position: 37° 35′ 49”N 0° 58′ 48”W Easter. Holy week. Everyone is out on the town, and we haven’t seen this many people in Cartagena since the celebration of the three kings arrival by boat for Epiphany in 2020. Just …
Position: 37° 35′ 49”N 0° 58′ 48”W The last few weeks have flown by for reasons that can’t be fully explained by your devoted correspondent. Pushing our US departure date out by a month meant C. Northcote Parkinson‘s “…observation that …
Position: 51°22’55.8″N 2°21’30.5″W We timed our return to Aleta for a wedding stopover in the UK. Clearing customs in record time, we soon hopped in the world’s smallest rental car (a Toyota AYGO. So named because drivers constantly mutter, Ay …
Position: 47°55’22″N 124°38’24″W Crunchy Pacific Northwest virtue signallers all drive Teslas. Every one of them. Without exception. How do I know? Because we recently rented a Tesla in order to flip off any gas guzzler we deemed unworthy of common …
Position: 38°35’01″N 28°42’04″W Captain’s Log, Supplemental*: Our Atlantic Crossing was magical. I tucked a reef in the main when we set off from Marigot Bay, St. Martin, and never bothered with it again until we reached Horta, about 2,200 miles …
