TYW Day 7: Sail of Shame

Blah. Blah blah. There’s not a single one of us that’s not feeling completely wrecked. Our bodies have essentially rejected us. They are looking at the crackers and water we put in front of them and they’re screaming rejections. We’re taking turns being sick off the back of the boat. Partner puking on either side of the steering column. We lazily pass large bottles of water around hoping and praying that this sip will be the one that stays...

Click to read more ...

TYW Day 2: The Day We Learned to Sail

Our boat, the Freja (which for some reason just reminded me of Franzia, I’m not really sure why, but given the amount of “slap the bag” we played on board, I guess it was appropriate) is a 40 ft Bavaria. That’s seriously everything I know about it. It’s a boat, it floats, it has sails, an engine and a place where we can cook, sit and sleep. Yay for people who know nothing about sailing but still...

Click to read more ...

TYW Day 1: Sit Around and do Nothing

We planned this day all wrong. Call it a bit of Christmas Eve jitters, but we were awake and out of the hotel as fast as possible on Saturday morning in an attempt to arrive at the port in Lavrio (Λαύριο) and get our trip started off immediately. What we didn’t know, is that the skippers are required to get on your boat, and our skipper wasn’t told to be in Lavrio until 4 PM. Cue 6 hours of sitting on the dock...

Click to read more ...