First time I saw Tres Hombres in Amsterdam I was humbled by her. She was quiet and gently rolled by the quay. Yet, simultaneously, she was screaming something I couldn’t quite get at the time but it felt important and real. I was curious.
Getting on board for the first time, just as a visitor, felt strange. It was like stepping into someone’s old home. There was a story in every wooden plank, character in each rope. One by one I got to meet the crew. They shared salty wrinkles, hardened hands and torn clothes. They talked about whales, and storms, and pirates tales; but their eyes had seen things they could not express and I could not even start to imagine. Their laughter was bright and loud, their gaze though, was sharp and serious. What did they learn? I had to find out.
I’ve never sailed before. I am afraid of heights. I would be useless on deck or up on the mast. But I have cooked before. So I had a plan: Maybe I’m not a sailor, but I shall be the sailors’ cook.
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Als je je aanmeld voor de nieuwsbrief, informeren we je als eerste wanneer we nieuwe zeilroutes publiceren. De Fairtransport “Sailmail” staat bomvol spannende zeilavonturen, exotische producten en het laatste nieuws over de schepen en haar events. Deze mag je niet missen!
