We meet many wonderful waterfront wackos along the way. Occasionally, we'll met a normal person, sure, but mostly we rub shoulders with lush tropical vegetables. colorful Caribbean characters and other delightfully demented, deliciously decadent, wonderfully wayward sailors.
...people who are proud to say, "We're all here because we're not all there!"
...yes, the tropics really are a 'sunny place for shady people.'
It's simply, really, gathering friends whatever you go: don't judge them. Celebrate them instead. Here's some wonderful people who have brought a smile to our faces along the way. We're honored to have met them. And we look forward to having our wakes cross again.
Becko is a pearl carver. We met him in a church in Makemo, Tumumotus, South Pacific. His work is very fine-lined and delicate. He stayed up all night carving our pearl... and delivered it to us at dawn as we sailed away. Yes, he occasionally sells his pieces for $10,000 plus... but he refused our money... '...because Carolyn is such a good cook!"
The thing Becko wanted most in the world was a Harley Davidson belt buckle. Thus, for the next two years, whenever we'd pass by a biker's hangout, we'd buy him one and send it. Despite the fact that the postal workers of Papette are teef'n bastards, we assume a number of them got through. We'll never forget Becko, the man OR the artist.
Here's another example of Becko's work...
This is Joe Colpitt. He's a sailor, yacht designer and musician. We've sailed, raced and cruised all over the Atlantic. He's a good shipmate, which is the nicest thing one Jack Tarr can say about another.
I've had the pleasure of being the tactician on Virgin Fire numerous times during the Heineken Regatta, etc. We've taken the top multihull prize a number of times. We've even beaten the French 60 footers... not an easy thing to do.
This is the strangest multihull I've ever been associated with. She's a Forumal 40 designed and built by Meade and Jan Gugeon of Bay City, Michigan. I steered her down the entire length of Lake Garda in northern Italy... at OVER 30 knots! Her name was appropriately ADRENALIN.
Here ADRENALIN is in her toy box. It was so cleverly constructed at the same time as the boat that when we cleared into France the custom's guy kept saying, "Where is the 40 foot racing boat?" and we kept saying, "That's it... the whole thing is it!"
Lobster fishermen approaching Wild Card in the San Blas islands... on a slightly less sophisticated craft.
These are my Tongan back-up singers. They'd dance for as long as I could play. At one point I had every female in their village dancing. When ever I'd walk down the dusty road to their family shack... they'd come out... literally squealing with delight. I loved each one although I could not pronounce ANY of their very long Polynesian names. They live in one of the finest, friendliest islands in the world, Neptoputapu.
This is Will. He inspired us after Hurricane Hugo buy rebuilding his pile of lumber into a boat. Never once did his smile slip. I admire Will. He is STILL my hero! "Where there's a Will, there's a way!"
This is Cid's St. John party for us. I have no idea which one. Whenever we're hungry and in the Caribbean we have her throw us a party... and eat all the free food.
This is the crew of Nomadess. Johnny Mac is on the far right. We met them in Tanna, Vanuatu. There threw a party of the whole bay, locals and yachties alike. I sang songs. They were so nice they pretended to enjoy it.
This is Trish Cauano and Dave Dostal of St. John. They knew each other but didn't know how truly wonderful they were. So I set up a secret meeting in France in a romantic farmhouse in France... just after Dave had sailed trans-atlantic. Bingo! Sparkles flew! (The whole farmhouse shook!) Anyway, they're happily married now... and cruising Finland!
This is Trish and Dave's boat Rob Roy at Foxy's of Jost Van Dyke.
This is the Marsters of Palmerston Island in the Cooks, South Pacific. They were our host family. The phone book is simple there. There are only 64 people on the island, all with the same last name!
This is the cover of my old book. We have a new one on the way!
It can be found here.
This is Lindsay. He’s from Australia. He’s a rough-hewn, natural, thrill-seeking sailor----a man’s man who bristles with high energy and has an obvious lust for life. Yes, he is tough as nails, yes he seeks out heavy-weather to sail into… but as the same time he’s as gentle as a lamb.
I particularly like the way he does ‘fine machining’ work on his yacht. When he smashed into a reef and bent his rudder so badly it wouldn’t steer the boat because it was jammed under his counter… he merely towed the boat around the anchorage by dinghy until he found a large sturdy rock just below the surface and then SMASHED HIS VESSEL BACKWARDS into said rock eight times at full speed! “…It works perfectly now,” he reports. “I suppose I could have done it differently… but why?”
Why, indeed. Yes, I like Lindsay.
I could see he was single-handing as he dropped his hook next to Wild Card in Lumut, Malaysia. I immediately rowed over and told him I generally avoided single-handers because they all talked too much and would “…eat you out of house and home” given half a chance.
“Really?” Lindsay said and then came over that evening and ate an entire roast pig while speed-rapping about how it ain’t so.
How much do I like Lindsay? Well, in a drunken moment he confessed to being a former Darwin police officer… and yet I’m still almost nice to him each evening when he comes over “…to check the level of Carolyn’s rhum bottle!”
"Just one more serving," shouted Lindsay a dozen times!
This is Ida of the International Lumut Yacht Club. She takes good care of us whenever we're in town. She's as sweet as can be.
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