Tag: 1 year without money

at this point, I want to thank YOU for reading this blog. In the beginning, I didn’t have the intention or the slightest idea that anybody (besides my ma and pa and some close friends) Thanks, ma and pa and close friends, lol) would read my blog. But things almost always turn out differently, don’t they? The most read blog so far is one I just didn’t know what to write and most comments are in blogs I really questioned the blog thing and all around it. Funny, sometimes!

Ich habe in einem metaphysischen Magazin, das ich in St. Lucia in einem Büchertausch getauscht habe, eine Einsicht gehabt. Darin steht eine lustige Geschichte von einem erleuchteten Jungen, der einem König, welcher sich von seinem Besitz getrennt hat und Entsagugn zusamen mit Mantras, in welchen er sagt:” Ich bin Gott, ich bin Gott, ich bin Gott” übt. 

Well, where to start. I give you a brief summary of some of my “before my bum life around the world-life”. 2004/05 – studied Outdoor recreation, mountaineering and survival at the UCFV (yes, you can study stuff like that in Canada.

…or “Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?”
I don’t know yet, but I started reading Dick’s SciFi Classsic, which formed the base for Blade Runner. Else we are here in Grande Anse, I am applying for a job in NZ at www.outwardbound.co.nz (something that started when I returned from NZ in 2008. The reason why I started to do whitewater kajaking on the first hand). The grocery is completed, the route towards the north more or less set, the will to stay gets weaker each day…

…I just realized that today. We are in the country with the best rhum on the whole planet. Maybe there is others who claim the same title, but whatever. I got this news when 9 bottles of high

last preps, full of the water tank, preparing sails, throwing away my now socially unbearable pants which disclose too for simple working pants, last coordinations and checks and then… start the engine, hoist sails and sail with an average of 5 knots (man, this hull is smooth as a baby bottom) direction Grande Anse…

Well yeah, finally. March, pig!

is mounted…
A little tour around the bay.
It is time that it gets time.

You sit behind a coffee shop which has a free internet zone (yeah, 12345….) and all of a sudden:” Excuse me, do you know JHVH, the name of the Lord? Well, yeah, sort of…
I realizt that the witnesses have found their way to this remote island (well, not very remote, but remoter than other places). So here are the rules:

is back where it belongs. The mechanic of Le Marin did a very good job. In between works, we had a drink in the bar and had another drink in the bar, met people, had a drink in the bar and then another drink in the bar…