If you haven’t seen the show called the Big Bang Theory then you may not be familiar with the characters or the plot where four young men, actually I think that’s four young nerdy men, try to understand the beginning of time whilst attempting to find female companionship, Continue reading “Big Bang Theory”
I remember someone quoting that little phrase to me sometime ago. Now maybe I’m a slow learner as it has just struck home, so as to speak. When we were close to leaving Oz for the ‘prepare the new boat for the trip back’ but, has turned into ‘let’s rebuild a catamaran in aound 5 months’ we had the “how do we communicate our experiences with everyone and share our photos” discussion. On our last foray into the blue we used Sailblogs to entertain people and host our photos so this seemed the logical course to continue on and this is where I should have remembered that important phrase. But no, it wasn’t broke and I did try to fix it! Continue reading “Happy Wife Happy Life”
John Denver sang about them and you see fantastic photos of them so we thought it was time for some Rocky Mountain R&R courtesy of our close friends Ed & Carol Christini . The ‘Christini Hilton’ is located in Windsor Colorado just north of Denver, and is the perfect spot to kick back, de-stress and enjoy some mountain hospitality before reuniting with Toucan, currently on the hard in Baltimore. Continue reading “Rocky Mountain High”
We’ve all heard that raspy voice calling us to the dark side inviting us to explore the inner demon. For most monohull sailors the dark side is the multihull division and so for us the calling to explore our inner demon came in the form of Fontaine Bahia 46 ft catamaran. I guess the right question is why? After so many years sailing the traditional monohull, circumnavigating Australia in our wonderful Kelly Peterson why would we jump ship, so as to speak, and move to the dark side. Continue reading “Moving to the Dark Side”
Was a sad day, after 7 years and some 14 thousand nautical miles we waved goodbye to Illusion as she slipped away from the Royal Motor fuel dock headed for Sandy Bay Tasmania, without us. We had sold Illusion. Continue reading “Bye Bye to Illusion”
