These are the sailing days I wanted on my crossing. This is the gentile pacific that I’ve imagined in my minds eye.
I sleep outside under a blanket of a million stars. I watch the sun rise on the horizon and set on the horizon each day. I play my guitar. I listen to music, and I read. I spend the majority of the day with a broad smile on my lips, I am happy.
I know I’m getting strange when I’m rocking out to Neal Diamond. I’ve dug out all kinds of old music with the new appearance of an ipod, its fun.
A French patrol boat passed within 5 miles of Namaste today. They hailed me on the radio and asked the normal questions. They were pleasant, unobtrusive and wished me happy travels to
I spent the day rummaging every scrap of sunbrella onboard and tenting the cockpit. The sun is strong; I haven’t seen a drop of rain since Daniel’s bay. It is much cooler now.
I’m trying to assemble a definition of freedom, what does it really mean? If you have a good definition please instant message it to me. I’m reading a fantastic book (Shantaram), by Gregory David Roberts. The main character defines freedom as being able to say “no” whenever you please, I’d like a richer definition but perhaps it’s that simple. I believe I’m free and I’ve escaped the matrix, but have I? I would like to think I have, and feel like the freest man on the earth now. I also read a definition explaining freedom is the ability to want nothing and achieving it. I was looking through the west marine catalogue today and in all 1132 pages only wanted a drill bit that makes wood bungs. I remember the day I wanted 100 things from that catalogue, hummmmmmmmmm?
Anyway I just wanted to post my thoughts.
Peace, Love, and fair seas!
– Alex
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