July 1987. At the bare 40-foot racing yacht "Miss Global", equipped solely with a VHS radio, a sextant and a solar panel, I first had a clue of life at sea.
There are many superstitions among sailors, and also one great truth: there's no space in the sea for the indecisive. Either you love it or you don't. Cause it can shake you to pieces. It also does remind of the womb experience.
There are many superstitions among sailors, and also one great truth: there's no space in the sea for the indecisive. Either you love it or you don't. Cause it can shake you to pieces. It also does remind of the womb experience.
The first night at sea was vigil. My very experienced captain showed me how to work the compass, handed me the tiller and said 'look out for any approaching lights'. It was my first shift! With double attention and eye on the horizon, the sun was setting, and I saw a red light. My heart rushed. Suddenly it got bigger and bigger.
It was the moon.
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