November 23, 2023
- Log
Tres Hombres

The night's sky (Bram Hoestra)

Last night, there was an amazing shooting star in the sky. A breathtaking green light drew a glowing stripe against the black, before it fell apart into two or three white flashes. The whole spectacle lasted about two seconds. Abundance of magnesium and copper in such burning space debris, a little online research would suggest.

I was extra surprised because I was on land. A friend and I had just left a restaurant. We were lucky to have been walking in exactly the right direction and not have anything blocking our view. It was the second brightest shooting star I have seen so far.

Since getting back home, I find myself gazing up at the night's sky more frequently than before I went out sailing. This is out of melancholy, since the view is of course bitterly disappointing in comparison to when at sea. There is something highly addictive about stargazing. On board Tres Hombres, there is a beautiful map of the stars and the main constellations in both hemispheres. Before long, I couldn't stop comparing it to our cope of heaven.

Sure, the full moon is gorgeous. Unmistakably, she holds so much power over us. She defines life at sea, she writes the rules. She brings safety; it's easier to see on deck when she's there. And she is of a magical beauty, too beautiful to look at her for long, really. But also… she… gets in the way sometimes. With the moon in the sky you can't see the Milky Way, won't be able to connect the dim stars that form the giant Cetus constellation, you get lost when you try to imagine sailing a friendly little wooden sloop down river Eridanus's rippling waters.

Once I was able to identify almost all constellations, certainly the main ones, I only felt the desire to learn more. Alkain, Mizar, Alioth, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, Dubhe… the seven brightest stars in Ursa Maior. The Arab names of stars are even more beautiful than the Greek or Roman references for constellations. Particularly since they're from a language I don't know, it made studying them a challenge – where was this dedication when I was in school?

“Sirius is eight point six light years away / Arcteryx is thirty-seven” I had Nick Cave's “We Real Cool” ring through my mind almost every night. There is a fascinating parallel between the sensation of that song and that of a star-lit night all alone on a quiet little vessel.

I was on board Tres Hombres when the brightest shooting star I ever saw came crashing down. An emerald dragon entered the heaven roaring, proudly blew around white hot flames that blessed the earth and disappeared in a whisper. I stood stupefied.

Do you enjoy reading our crew's adventures? Imagine being there when you enjoy our products at home!

Similar news

Blurry Lines
February 15, 2024
Log
Tres Hombres

Blurry Lines (Kit Schulte)

Where or When Does One Thing End and Another Begin? I had imagined blurry lines, but quickly figured that all...
Martinique 2024
February 8, 2024
Log
Tres Hombres

Martinique 2024 (Captain Anne-Flore)

The departure maneuver was tight in the bay of Sainte Anne, Martinique. We anchored nicely after Le Marin marina behind...
The Soul of the Earth
February 2, 2024
Log
Tres Hombres

The Soul of the Earth (Sandra Reinhold)

The sun rises And lets a billion orange-golden loops loose To chase a billion black circles A soft breeze...
Doing what you love
January 11, 2024
Log
Tres Hombres

Are you doing what you love? (Bram Hoestra)

A ship on shore is something mystical. On my way to the dock, from the other side of the canal,...

Subscribe to newsletter

If you sign up for the newsletter, we will be the first to inform you when we publish new sailing routes. The Fairtransport “Sailmail” is packed with exciting sailing adventures, exotic products and the latest news about the ships and their events. You can't miss this one!