Baby on boat

Weirdo and Cranky have this friend called Anna. She lives in a floating house that moves with the wind. I have gathered from listening in to their conversations that it is called a sailboat and this one in particular is called Inara, and was built from scratch by Anna’s boyfriend : Ben. They invited us for a three-day weekend to an island.

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After getting out of the port, Ben and Anna started running frantically around the deck; pulling a rope here, another there, while a sail was running up a cable, and the wind caught in it and took us away from the land. After a while, you could hardly see the coast, but if you faced ahead, you’d see we had arrived to a new bit of earth. Floating houses are awesome.

It was a bit late so Weirdo started playing a beer-game with Anna. I wasn’t too bored because there were Cranky and Ben. He’s very smily and cracks me up every time with one of his funny faces.

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The first night on the boat was very uneventful. It didn’t move too much, the guest room has a massive bed and we slept like stones. We woke up to the chink of the whisk on the bowl. Anna was making crêpes.

Weirdo finally got up to help and the crêpes from Anna were significantly better than his usual. When we were done, the plan was to go to the other side of the island, where the waves of the ocean were crashing, but on foot, across it.

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As you can see, it’s a pretty sandy place.

The ocean was properly terrifying. Weirdo and Cranky have finally come to understand that I don’t like waves. Someone give them a Nobel Price! They tried and tried to get me in there before they let me stay at the lovely sun shelter that Anna had built for me. If only those two could be share half her brains…

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They finally got out of the water and we left.

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I slept on the hike back. I woke up when they were walking in the shallow sea to go back to the dingy we had anchored far enough from the shore that it wouldn’t be beached by the low tide. No waves on this side of the island. Why did they even bother walking to the other side? At least they let me enjoy it before we headed back to Inara, that was anchored another 500m away.

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They only took the time to fill the backpacks and we jumped back in the dingy and went to the island again. It was getting dark. When we reached the beach, it was already pitch black. Apart from the starry sky, that is. We walked between two nearby dunes, and they all started gathering dry wood. I was about to tell them how stupid they were, building a sun-shelter in the middle of the night, when they set fire to it.

I had never ever seen a campfire before. I have only one word for it: crazy fucking awesomeinsane! That’s more than one word, I know.

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They proceeded to use the heat from the fire to cook food, probably an idea from Anna ; and to drink up the box of wine we had brought, probably an idea from Weirdo. I went to sleep, knowing that this would end up in drunken arguments held for their own sake. I woke up in the morning, on Inara.

We left our anchorage straight after breakfast. Anna tried to teach some ropes to Weirdo, but you can tell he’s struggling.

Cranky wasn’t much more help either.

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We anchored again near a shipwreck!

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These Australians really are very German. They rounded up a bunch of ship that were beyond repair, stripped them of anything not too attached to the hull and sunk them all in the same place for no other reason than to have a cool place to snorkel in. They all went while I watched over the boat and Weirdo. They didn’t have gear my size anyway.

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Then we moved some ways away because the place was a bit too crowded. We anchored again in a shallow place that was a dolphin hood.

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I went to swim with them but they were a bit shy and stayed away.

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The other didn’t have more luck.

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It was getting late, sails up and we sailed back to the mainland. We got there at night and decided to leave next morning. Which we did early, with a smile on the face.

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Petit Bibi

Petit Bibi

I started this trip when I was 5 month old. By the time it ends, I'll have spent more than half my life on the road.

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