The Boatist

Sailboat Ownership, Translation Work and Tales of Minor Adventure

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Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Life of Horatio

Anchored in Alvor - July 2013.
This summer I was fortunate to be anchored in Alvor, among other places. I'm now back to "real" life. I tell you, real life wears thin pretty fast when your heart is in Alvor, Culatra, Sagres - anywhere with a good anchorage, palm trees and cafés.

"Real" life is what most of us do nearly all the time - as opposed to what we dream of doing. Once you've indulged in what really makes you come alive, real life can get a bit tedious.

You see, although I had an enjoyable day on the boat, I don't really have anything exciting to write about. I'm just your average Horatio, a sailboat owner, a translator, a holiday home renter and occasional small-time adventurer living in Portugal. 

Well, in a worst case scenario I'll have a few laughs reading this narcissistic crap when I'm 80. Really, I'm serious.

But when you have nothing exciting to say, you borrow somebody else's stuff direct from Youtube.

This is what I should have been doing when I was 24 instead of founding a greenhouse construction company and a greenhouse farm in Portugal immediately after I realized I'd never be a writer (which I knew all along - the writing delusion was merely a good excuse to delay Real Life).

Searching for something to say. As I worked on a small translation after lunch, I photographed myself with my new Samsung Laptop. Since I'm not exactly the handsomest dude in town, less pixels work to my advantage.
I'd rather be here, one of the most fun sailing adventures without an engine on a friend's boat.
best sailing hat
Motoring against a light breeze just before the engine died.
Enough philosophizing and back to real life!

I arrived at the marina at 8:30 and performed my ritual: checked the battery charge with a cheap digital voltmeter and looked into the bilges for rainwater that sneaks in through the emergency tiller pipe, the anchor chain hawsepipe and the mast step. 

The dehumidifier, timed to run about 12 hours per day, decreased relative humidity to 70% from the usual 85%. Not as good as I had hoped; I changed the timer to 14 hours per day. 

Next, I managed to finish the job of replacing the heat exchanger zinc. I also re-arranged the fenders and added another dock line in preparation for winter. Then I had lunch. 

Another ritual is my after-lunch walk. It was threatening to rain so I walked around the marina, ran into Ryker, talked about boat stuff, and then returned to Jakatar to find a small urgent translation and a larger document for next Tuesday waiting in my mailbox.

Now that wasn't so painful was it? How was your day in real life?


  1. Hold Fast is a great flick. Especially the "direct deposit" part. They make it look so easy.
    What is it with the repetition of "stuck ina rut" sailor/blog writer? Why haven't we got the diversity we need and just dream about it? What have the sonsabitches done to us? (guess who else is feeling like he's drowning in repetitive and boring routine of winter)
    And pixels are evil!

    1. They make it look easy, but I don't believe it was all fun and play for a minute. Can't deny that they sailed from the US to the Caribbean and told a good story - direct deposits and all - but after the trip they were all back on land. And the likes of us have one foot on land and another on water and it isn't all that bad. Look around you and you'll see the score, plus a few other things.