Business before pleasure…

Where to moor your yacht in Saint Laurent du Maroni

Visa, check…. Fuel, check…. water, check… all set to go so… just one last look at the weather forecast…. and while I’m at it, any new e-mails?

Yes…

Suriname holiday goes on hold!

My request to place swinging moorings on the Maroni River has reached a critical phase and I’m off to Cayenne to discuss final technical issues with the authorities.

If all goes well, I’ll be keeping to my proposed timetable of having supervised moorings in place before the year is out.

Here’s a sneak peek of a proposed placement.

Now it’s off to another meeting for discussions on electricity, water and Wi-Fi placement.

It turns out that building a marina in French Guiana takes tenacity…. Fortunately that’s a quality solitary sailors have in abundance… Otherwise we tend to fall off our yachts and drown.

Stuck doing administrative chores!

Ah, but if you could only see the queue inside the post office!

I find that nothing induces high blood pressure more effectively than a generous dose of bureaucracy…. though perhaps an hour or two stint playing “join the queue” at Saint Laurent’s local post office is a close contender…

I’ve been inflicted with both while preparing to visit Suriname.

Comments pertaining to Suriname (on noonsite), are highly favorable, but the key phrase for navigators to note is this:

Immigration procedures can be time consuming, but are greatly simplified if visas are obtained in advance. Although there is no need for yachts to obtain a visa in advance as application can be done after arrival.

“Greatly simplified” apparently implies that the administrative burden should be diluted through prior preparation…. To lessen the blow upon arrival?

Indeed!

My passport is currently taking a two day journey to Cayenne to undergo forensic dissection by Surinamese officials… Go figure!

Can’t say I’m comfortable handing over my passport, but it’s not the first time this curious practice has been a prerequisite for obtaining tourist visas.

The obligatory queue at the post office was to pay the 42 Euro fee, but I can’t blame anyone other than myself for that… I couldn’t remember the pin number of my credit card… Grrr

And there I was wondering why my engine was overheating…

On the plus side, I’ve had plenty of time to track down the recalcitrant impeller bits that were clogging my engines cooling system!

Time to visit the neighbors in Suriname

Don’t look too closely…. Sailing withdrawal Syndrome (SWS) may manifest!

It’s been fun, but a pressing need to be back at sea with Eileen of Avoca is slowly but surely driving me away from the security of my anchorage. Prolonged shore leave has the effect of drawing me to a rut of vapid routine and humorless introspection. Not healthy for a man of constant leisure… Outward symptoms soon manifest as restless nights spent pouring over photo collections of distant extant fauna (of the bikini clad kind), in what can only be described as compulsive excess.

You don’t suppose I’ve acquired a form of travel addiction do you? Can Sailing Withdrawal Syndrome (SWS) be a plausible psychological or acute medical condition?

(If so, are there any doctors out there willing to sign off work absenteeism based on this malady? I figure there could be an angle to exploit here, allowing sailors to remain gainfully employed while still pursuing their hobby… )

Well, even if it isn’t a real sickness, all this messing about ashore in my zombie-like landlubber stupor inspires little more than “questionable photo deficient writers rant”, and having recently discovered that I have an avid and dedicated readership (I appreciate the recent encouraging comments guys!), I dare not disappoint them now by remaining tacitly immobile.

Next stop then is Paramaribo Suriname, for a thoroughly deserved week of R&R… in different surroundings. ;)

Wonder if I should try and get those broken impeller blades out of Eileen’s heat exchanger first… and while I’m at it, change the oil filters, re-provision, visit customs, get my stamp from immigration, check for visa requirements… etc etc..

I’ll get there…, but “crikey”, talk about having to work hard at overcoming anchorage inertia!

 

What happens afterward?

I think I read a book with this title when I was in the 6th grade. It unraveled the mysteries behind what happened to Humpty Dumpty after his fall, and shed light on Sleeping Beauty’s subsequent years of insomnia… Riveting stuff, believe me!

Which logically leads me to wondering, what happens to all those blogs when their authors finish playing Odysseus?

Some just “peter away” while others end abruptly… but why?

From the few that I’ve actively followed, I can at least shed light on some of the whys…

For many, it all ends when:

The boat is sold and the blog dies because they got to where they were going…

Logical and very pragmatic. Back to life ashore…

 

An unexpected stork delivery causes a strategic rethink

Happened to my Swedish friends… The ones I first met in Lanzarote sailing Mazarin.

Two blogs had an abrupt end in their case (but only the second http://sy-biscuit.se/ for this particular reason).

I’m betting there will be a trifecta. :)

 

Someone dies!

This happens more often than you might think. If it’s not the sailors themselves it’s a close relative. Understandably many abandon the journey and/or the keyboard at this point. Shortly afterward the “Server not found” message greets blog access attempts.

 

The author makes a point of disappearing…

Perhaps they are tax refugees or the visa expired three months ago and they intend to stay. I’ve come across both types in South America and the Caribbean. In either case it’s obvious that keeping the blog project alive gets relegated to the “this is potentially detrimental to my health” bin.

 

They go commercial (a fate worse than blog death).

I theorize that when this happens, it’s intentional. Making money was the plan from the outset. The blog only served as a stepping stone for building “street cred” and to gain a following with a targeted audience. The pheonix web blog rising from its ashes is a horribly mutated promotional beast that makes all Internet purists shudder. I’m sure there is even a complete “HowTo” devoted to the technique in web marketing courses.

When I start franchising stores selling the “man of constant leisure” line of clothing for real adventurers you will say “Ah, I knew there was a catch…”

The label does has a certain charismatic ring to it does it not? Textile magnates reading this can contact me to discuss the deal.

 

They stop chasing rainbows because they realize there’s no pot of gold to be found after all.

Warning! This is the blog fate reserved for romantic idealist and dreamers. Beyond the horizon lie only dragons and disillusionment, but do set out anyway. I for one will be savoring each and every post up to its tragic but inevitable conclusion.

You see, the art of cynicism is not dead…

I wonder which reason will eventually lead to this blogs demise?

 

Until then,  let me conclude this post with a practical solution to premature blog termination.

While what happens afterward will still remain a mystery, sailing blogs that end (for what ever reason) need not die. For the sake of posterity, if you can no longer host it, I will (archived, but accessible nonetheless).

No strings attached.

 

Boat registration dilemma!

To Dutch from Belgian ship registers…

For five years Eileen of Avoca has flown the Belgian flag from her flagstaff, for no reason other than I happened to live in Belgium when she was purchased.

At the time Belgian registration was highly sought after, the choice “flag of convenience” for sailors seeking freedom from excessive bureaucratic regulation.

This is no longer the case, as I was to discover upon applying for my 5 year renewal.

If I can’t show the new identity card and include a letter from the council stating that I do indeed still reside in a particular municipality (the police actually comes to check), then it’s a no go…

The UK small ships register might have been an acceptable alternative, except that for long term navigators, a clause that requires you to be “ordinarily resident” (i.e. residing in the UK for 185 days in a 12 month period) makes it difficult to do anything other than bend the rules.

What’s left?

I found my solution here

Dutch registry by mail order!

It cost me a fair packet (approximately 300 Euro) and it’s only valid for two years, but at least I can carry on with legitimate adventuring.

Never occurred to me to wonder why I blog

Yet another blog article is created…

Anchorage bound and feeling borderline apathetic, it’s obviously time for another rant from yea “not so old” gaffer…

While making a recent backup of my web site, I made the following startling discovery. I’ve been writing about my sailing adventures with Eileen of Avoca for nearly six years, and despite my spasmodic posting habits, I’ve managed to notch up the magical 90000 word count for a decent sized novel!

Having reached this questionable landmark, a feat to be duly entered in the annals of of…

But surely comparable with the conquest of Everest, or the taming of someones shrew…. ( So momentous that I’m struggling for correct let alone applicable analogies…), Frankly speaking, I’m amazed that I’ve reached this far. There were times…..

Fortunately my motives for compiling this literary marvel were not exclusively focused on gaining fame and fortune.

Those f words are reserved for single-handed, non-stop, round the world prepubescents….

… and rightly so. I’ll dutifully be the first to buy a copy of their latest book with accompanying plastic back scratcher… I can only applaud their accomplishments.

Especially since I’m no stranger to monetary gains or popular acclaim myself. ;)

Sailing blog statistics

With www.ifno.info currently generating a hefty $2 a week in ad revenue and ranking # 6,552,083 in the world… (Right up there with the likes of www.londonbusinessloans in the UK and www.pesticide of Romania), despite sailing writers being a dime a dozen…. one can only be duly impressed. Or not. :P

Those resilient few who have somehow managed to digest my early ramblings, largely based on the intricacies of navigation, such as which course was set, how far I traveled in a day and what sail combination was most suitable, will perhaps appreciate the web sites dramatic evolution.

Has not the trip report (something I’d grown accustomed to producing as an active member of a 4×4 club member (in a previous life), and felt compelled to repeat for both my benefit and that of the Yarmouth23 Owners Association who’s members regularly documented their outings), not grown into something more? (Which course was set, how far I traveled that day and what sail combination was most suitable…plus… who I met when I got there with accompanying photo of their derrière)?

Perhaps…

But even if that’s not the case, I’ve at least managed to compile myself a detailed aide memoir. I’ll be able to hand out laminated copies to all the other residents of the nursing home for itinerants (in what I dearly hope will be the extremely distant future), and proudly say….

When I was young….

 

Am I mistaken or has a little negative sentiment been creeping into my content of late?

 

Looking for small boat 3rd party insurance?

Not so small boat in Sal, Cape Verde

I once spoke (more like wrote) highly of a particular insurance company I’d been using, but since leaving Cape Verde in 2011, I’ve been forced to redirect my praise.

It all started when arranging my yearly renewal via email.

  • “We can not offer full cover for you once you cross the Atlantic”…
  • “In fact we see that you have not been keeping to the letter of the contract so the best we can do is 3rd party coverage”…
  • …“No the premium will remain unchanged”…

OK, I can accept not been fully covered upon deciding to cross an ocean in a 23ft boat. I doubt there are many sailors who are inclined to place bets against their making it across anyway, but what’s this about not keeping to my contract?

I needed to do a little research here.

After much paper shuffling I discovered that a clause habitually included in my policy allowing me to anchor overnight rather than stay exclusively in marinas was not carried on into my renewed policy.

Sneaky! But more so, because the insurance company had apparently been reading my blog to determine whether I still frequently anchored Eileen! Hence the remark about not adhering to the letter of the existing contract.

I could live with that too (my mistake for not insisting that an exception clause be carried forward), but being charged the same rate (literally 10 times the market rate) for a fraction of the coverage meant I was forced to look elsewhere for insurance.

It took me a while to find the right company, (having written to brokers in at least four countries without a reply), but at last one came up with the goods.

Preuss

At 50 Euro a year for world wide coverage (5 million in damages) on a self renewing policy I’m chuffed. There’s evidently a reason Germany is the number one economy in the EU. For a start their sales representatives actually respond to client requests.

Highly recommended.

Oh, and despite the terms and conditions being written in German, you can correspond with the staff in English.