Sinds lange tijd meert het zeilende vrachtschip Tres Hombres weer aan in Oudeschild. Vanuit Eyemouth Schotland zeilen we rechtstreeks door naar Texel om vaten gin van stokerij Texel te laden. De vaten zullen met paard en wagen naar de haven gebracht worden om vervolgens door sterke zeemannen het ruim in getild te worden.
De vaten gaan mee met de Tres Hombres over de oceaan en terug voor een unieke uitgebalanceerde smaak. Terug naar de toekomst met Fairtransport!
Bezichtig het schip en ontmoet de kapitein en crew
Op 17, 18 en 19 juni rollen wij overdag onze loopplank uit en is iedereen welkom om de Tres Hombres te komen bezichtigen. De kapitein en bemanning zijn aanwezig om te vertellen over avontuurlijke zeemijlen, waarbij ze rum en specerijen verschepen van de Caribbean naar Nederland. Slechts onder zeil want het schip heeft geen motor. In haar kielzog geen schadelijke uitstoot, alleen de wind.
Tres Hombres rum tasting en een lezing door kapitein Arjen van der Veen
Op 17, 18 en 19 juni van 19.00 – 21.00 uur kunt u kennis maken met onze exclusieve Tres Hombres rum. Het unieke karakter van de rum ontstaat door jarenlange rijping in eikenhouten vaten, om vervolgens tijdens de lange zeereis onder invloed van de zilte lucht en de constante deining van de zee nog een extra smaakdimensie mee te krijgen. De rum wordt pas bij aankomst in Nederland met de hand gebotteld.
Tijdens deze avonden wordt u ontvangen door kapitein Arjen van der Veen. Arjen zal tijdens een korte lezing vertellen over de unieke reizen die de bemanning en rum van de ‘Tres Hombres’ ieder jaar weer maken.
Voor de Tres Hombres rum tasting vragen wij een vergoeding van €19,95 voor de onderhoud van ons schip.
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Dagtocht van Texel naar Den Helder
Op 20 juni om 8.00 uur hijsen wij met vereende krachten de zeilen en laten we Oudeschild weer achter ons. U kunt tijdens deze dag aan boord stappen, het roer in handen nemen, de zeilen laten vieren of gewoon van het uitzicht genieten. U zeilt door een heus Unesco werelderfgoed, de Waddenzee. Om 16.00 uur meren we weer aan in Den Helder op loopafstand van de Teso boot.
Voor deze zeiltocht vragen wij een vergoeding van €50,- voor de onderhoud van ons schip. De dagtocht is inclusief een overheerlijke lunch. Graag van tevoren reserveren via firstname.lastname@example.org
For 2 days we saw our Tres going fast without outerjib, bobs and royal sailing closed haul. All safety nets and safety lines are in place, the automatic deck wash was done in the morning with waves and always nothing in the bilges.
Keep your body in balance, hold on as much as you can and walk windward side… Rules, redeem and tasks can be annoying but you understand quickly why this is exist after your first artistic twisted slide magic flip. Crew stayed aware and gave in the warm galley all jokes what they have, all creativity for making little animals with the sourdough, enjoying to furl sails on the bow sprit…
Now, in the same world, mother nature saying relax women and men. Sun on the skin, books in hands, butterflies in the heads, real and psychedelics drawings are done with the melody of guitar… Our bird wearing 11 wings, sailing broad reach, a little taste of Atlantic crossing.
We shared opinions about the new mustard yellow paint and then anyway there is no more old sunny duck yellow paint and we are just happy to see the lady feeling good after years of travels even we were stick on the wet paint at the dinner time when you are arriving sleepy for watch change… Hahaha. Of course many things has to be refresh during the next refit.
First :let’s go slowly to rum tasting in Texel and Sail Den Helder…
Anne-Flore second mate
Finally back at sea. After one long week in the harbor of Newcastle, waiting for 4cm2 to arrive. We’re finally a sailing ship again, instead of a living boat. And I am a ships cook, finally. I still had the feeling I had to prove myself as a real ships cook, because up until this point we were either sailing with very little wind or not sailing at all. I had plenty of time to spoil the crew with home made mayonnaise, union chutney or galley smoked mackerel. Now I need almost all my energy to keep standing behind the stove and peeling an onion takes so much effort. The waves smash spectacular over the bow and water streams now and then in front of my opened galley door. The water in the bucket under the tab gets over the side all the way over the wood and down by the oven. Clearly time to empty that thing. Cooking at sea is something completely different. This thing I love to do the most in normal life gets a whole new meaning on this ship. Somehow it feels extremely unnatural to start cooking at this place.
Being outside, looking at the waves rising as mountains and the always changing color of the water, or even climbing on the bow sprit to furl a sail, makes sense in this situation. But cooking is something that doesn’t belong here. Eating on the other hand is so important. You have to keep eating to feel fit and focussed. And as I know from all the places where I have cooked, food is from big influence on peoples mood. So I also enjoy to take care of everyone. To surprise them with something new and to have them here in the galley, cosy squeezed together, out of the wind for a moment. When I’m not too much occupied with my own wellbeing, I love to watch them, changing. Getting more brown or more tired, more quit. Hair getting mixed up and beards growing longer. I love to see them being eager to learn this new way of sourdough bread baking. They’re part of being involved in the galley life. Because it’s a whole other world.
When I sometimes help outside to set a sail, I can feel that other life, the excitement. Constant wind, cooping with the movements but in a more natural way. The ship works together with the sea and being outside you are able to anticipate on that. Your energy can float away, over the waves, up in the sky. Your thoughts can wonder away, into the sails. Here in the galley I can see the sea through the open door, shining like a silver jewelry because of the reflecting sunlight. But meanwhile I have to focus. I have to bundle my energy in order to create something new. I have to prevent the pots from running away from me, all those objects that don’t seem to belong at this place. Cups want to stand next to each other on a shelve. Chickpeas want to rest in piece for 24 hours in the water instead of jumping in and out the pot. Unnatural it all feels somehow to me, but yet so important. The meals are a moment of rest for the crew, regaining energy, meeting each other. Food has its function in this bigger picture instead of being something on its own looked at by the eye of a perfectionist, being me in most cases. I have to get used to that.
Maybe my thoughts about food are not easy to follow. Main point is that I experience some development. Within this clue less voyage, things are slightly changing. There is no goal, we’re not going anywhere. And so many things are the same every day.
But maybe because of that I can feel the little changes that are so big at the same time. The sea looks different every day, the wind feels different and the sun too. The people are different and I am different. No hour feels the same. My mind teases me now and then, for example when a gust of seasickness reaches me when I step into the galley.
But it’s also enchanting somehow to be at this place. It is a rich place for self inquiry and a continuing study of the group process. The whole month feels as a goal less gathering of moments but meanwhile the time continues without mercy and people get hungry again. My job goes on and on and on and after all, all these goal less moments become one, and they become my first experience on the Tres Hombres.
I do things I’ve never done before and one of these clue less things happens to be an adventure in the end. I learned to catch fish, got a bucket on my head, poured porridge while blocking myself with hands and feet between the mast and door and I got 23 mackerels from a fisherman I met in the laundry room.
The chickpeas are well behaving in the boiling water now. If the wind and the waves decrease a bit I can make risotto tonight. But with this movement I’m not going to stir for one hour.
Of course I wonder sometimes if this is something I could love. My father loved sailing and he would have loved to see me here. Here on the ship I see the real sailors as well, living for this feeling, feeling more at home than anywhere else.
But feeling me a sailor is something still far away, I don’t even know if it’s possible when you’re the cook. It’s a role so important and yet so different. But maybe I can manage to feel as a real ships cook then. Even already a bit after this month.
One hand for the ship, one hand for me and one hand for the risotto.
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Put on your traveller shoes…
Some people said: the crew is becoming positively mad with this very low wind, rolling boat, waiting for the breeze , I would say: here we are ”no mad”.
With the ink of my pencil , I am writing this few lines, as for stopping the time, tell to myself what I feel and what is revealing itself. Put on the paper revealing dreams taken from a slowdowned motion for a little moment. Over there I should waiting for a bus, running after a furious cat, research a hidden rat, bring it back a car somewhere else, disturbing under way by hazards. Any stories and her components in my dreams can be transposed here and now, most of the time it is coincidence.
Here it is a ship, a ship who is giving to you an answer when she wants, because of her character. Since a couple of days, our hull doesn’t want to go to Eyemouth and she has an ally: the weather. As she knows in advance that, this goal is useless to reach. You know, one of the Tres Hombres cooks told me: the voyage that we are doing is in an unconscious agreement with the energy of the ”driver”. If certain people find out a message on it, listen to it and to go hand in hand. Some others don’t find out, are not here and forget themselves.
When you are joined to the ship and merge, ours hands grabbing, with a salty wild mood, the rough infinite ropes which give hard skin, brown with the sun and tar, shiny with linseed oil.
I mean everything is connecting and reacting together: one side you’re easing, the other side you tighten. Everywhere it’s triangulation, balance. Body and boat there are no places which are forgotten to avoid breaking stuff, breaking body; you’re trying to be aware. Funny to see on deck people looking to the sky 20 m higher to find THE good rope, this one you have in you’re hand.
This morning at 5 ocloc’k I would like to share this hot chocolate then I choose to be cosy in nest of sails during the anchor watch. On the horizon the fire from the sun rises and is born. Behind, waves rumble gently on the beach, from below comes the smell of the bread browning in the oven and all around a cobweb of halyards, sheets ready to be set.
What a black beauty with her red heart, round welcoming shape and sharp stem post. I appropriate this ship a little and then she takes me with all her soul. In conscience of a sharing happiness birds are laughing, dolphins jumping high and a whale turned around us. When I am here I feel reassured, I am at home.
Something unique on board is we are all strangers for few days in the beginning and quickly becoming a team and we are recognizing each ocher for ever.
See you then….. http://fairtransport.eu/sail-along/
ps: That’s it, I commanded my first tacking without captain.
second mate Anne-Flore Gannat
We arrived on a wednesday early in the morning and went on anchor just in front of the entrance of the harbour. Later at four o’clock we were towed by the volunteer run rescue crew of ‘Sterken Dries’ towards our berth.
After a 2 day sail we were already back in safe harbor. The Maritime festival started on Thursday so we had some time to make the ship ready to invite thousands of visitors to experience what life onboard a working vessel really is. Well ‘really’ is a big word. To experience this you got to come and sail along.
The festival had lots of tradition music and shanty groups playing during the day and evening. On Sunday I was invited for a barbecue at Ann van Steenkiste of Curiosithee and her family. She is a Belgians tea master and importer of organic tea and knows everything about tea and the real stories behind the production.
She gave me two books with one of the title ‘de stille kracht van thee’ the silent power of tea. I am going to find out.
By Monday we were ready to set sails again. Today Tuesday we soon will see the English east coast. Wind are expected to be westerlies veering to the North. Next destination is Eyemouth Scotland.
Thank you again for Blankenberge for giving us a great welcome.
To be continued
Captain Arjen van der Veen
“O! the glory of our labours! sawteeth and hammer, adze and chisel, chainsaw and hatchet, the frozen north! oak and pine, pitch and tar, rope and tackle, oakhum and hemp! hands tarred and scarred, hearts singing and mighty, frames and planks, ribs and knees! out with the rotten, and pay up all the seams!
a guild together, no masters, all apprentices! no captain, only the loyalty to do the best for ourselves and our good ship! eight hours of work, eight hours of repose, eight hours of sleep, and this is what we have worked for! we resonate with this vision! we celebrate a craftsfolk tapestry! we step on the holy steppingstones of those before us to set sails into the bright miles to come, unbound by the shadows of the past! we break down to become stronger, we rise with toolsteel hands, a chorus of spirits, wandering shipwrights, we share our journey in these chapters!
the solstice approached and we descended into its depths, the solstice passed and we rose as a phoenix, tempered, smithed, far into the darkness, far into the light…
intent in our breath, intent in the cut of our blades, intent in our kinship, intent in our co-operation…we are rich with intent, we are visionaries all! sailors and journeymen, backpacks and boots, carpenters’ sure hands, and trusty eyes…
our good ship shall leap on the rolling wave! by tool and song, by muscle and sinew, by blood and breath, by spit and grit, and by intention we build her! we build ourselves! we build one another! brothers! sisters! in our ship we shall sail! in our vision we shall voyage! in our actions we honour ourselves! in our craft we hone the blades of our spirits! in our labours we bear the fruits of the endless gift of our journey!
these are the dances of the wandering apprentices, joining in the cobblestone shipyards! and as the nights drew in, and as the nights drew out, we were here all along, together, labouring, in our guild, in our kinship, hand in hand around stewpots and sacred fires! tools in hand at the oilstoned edge of our stories, bounding and singing onto blank pages, building this ship! building this vision!”
Nordlys refit crew
Voyage: Amsterdam to Blankenberge
Its nice to be out here on the Mare Frisium. The once called Frisian Sea that is now called North Sea.
We are on our way to Blankenberge Belgium for a 5 day Maritime festival http://www.havenfeesten.be/ this weekend.
Last night we anchored due to the lack of wind in about a meter water. Than this morning we had to break out the anchor out of the sand and pump the chain back in.
Setting all the sails again the ship soon enough made a good spead of knots with the current with us going South. Now the sun is shiny and our bellies are full.
Although the cook is a little sea sick she was able to cook a great meal and made here amazing sour dough bread. Life is good at sea seeing happy faces.
Next stop is Eyemouth, Scotland, wanna sail along? http://fairtransport.eu/sail-along/
Captain Arjen van der Veen
It was you, wasn’t it, who wanted to sail along, being a trainee on the good ship Tres Hombres ?
You regret you couldn’t make up your mind?
You wanted to sail along but couldn’t find someone to feed the cat?
You wanted to take a sabbatical but were convinced it would become a mess at your job when you left?
So, now, here you are.
Reading the stories.
In front of your ’window to the world’.
And you are sorry now.
But, light up..
We saved you a place, you can still come along!
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Tres Hombres summer schedule 2017
Tres Hombres fall, winter schedule 2017/ 2018
Nordlys summer schedule 2017
After all, the south wind arrives. Gently it sets its wings over us and makes an end to more than 30 days of tacking. A month in which we made many miles nobody pays for, just the hands of the crew which haul and hoist and ease and dowse in any condition and to the rythm of the slight changes in the eastwinds, or due to land under the bowsprit.
Arriving at the continental shelf we received the order to unload some long travelled wine barrels in Douarnenez, which we had to dig out under a few tons of cacao beans, which was great fun with the help of the fine crew of our partners in crime, the Grayhound and Lun II.
Camaret Sur Mer gave us some shelter from an easterly gale where we landed at the pier with a well timed handbreak maneuvre and sailed off again a few days later, together with Grayhound. In ghostly silence we hoisted the sails at the pier and tacked out in direction to Chenal Du Four in a fine race against this incredibly fast pirate ship. After some good tacks we kept hope but at the entrance of the Chenal we saw the beautiful stern of our contrahent and wished them well for the summer season.
Funny drawings we described with our keel all over the channel, France in the morning, England at night, ships all the time, and just behind the line with Greenwich to the north, the wind changed. Slightly ease the sheets, brace back a few centimeters and let her go as she likes it.
Everybody is in great spirit and cannot wait to make fast at the Port of Amsterdam where hopefully some happy faces and cold beers will await us!
But still, when the energy of having completed a voyage of 6 months makes place for life on land, some of us will be thrown out of the comfort of having great food on vast times, work which is prepared and commands which are followed with a will, coming from yourself. Ships life is so out of nature but still so good to the human mind, specially in the speed epoca we live in now. Many will find out later, when they remember the howling winds up at the royal, the nights on remote anchorages, the whales and dolphins, the firts land sights, the foreign people, manners, food and landscapes….. how peaceful and worryless time passes on the ship and how much time one has to think about himself.
It is a life worth living, no matter how long, if its a start or a part of a career. This ship is made for this, to give this experience. Pure and rough, no compromise, not in good times not in hard ones. Alltogether it is more than an experience, but that anybody has to make out for himself. After some rum in the Port of Amsterdam.
Captain Andreas Lackner
P.S.: right now rigging stu’n sailbooms while a control of French customs between Dover and Calais