21 décembre 2019 - Fairtransport
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.
Yes, there is a lot to tell about our adventures in the Baltic Sea, Kattegat, Skagerrak and the Sound … but let’s start with an impression of the alternative route from Holland to Ireland, over the top of Scotland.Cargo ships have schedules, which always have two sides. Or you are lucky and sail ahead of […]
After a harsh start through, more than over, the big swells, coming into the bay of Les Sables, we left the friendly town and tug behind us and got underway up the Biskay. High, higha, Biskaya…true it was and many a stomach did not appreciate the food coming from our friends from the fertile land. […]
Was erwartet mich auf einer Atlantiküberquerung? Auf einem fast hundert Jahre alten Schiff ohne Motor? Das habe ich mich bei Reiseantritt in der Karibik gefragt, das frage ich mich auch heute noch, eineinhalb Monate später. Es erwarten mich viele Herausforderungen und eintönige Stunden. Immer gleiche Tage mit den immergleichen Abläufen und Routinen, die doch jeder […]