I looked out the window and enjoyed the scenery as we drove back to the jetty. The last ride we would take in Kris’ air conditioned car. I thought of all the things we had done in Ternate and how much we had loved it.
Phillippines
“So, what do you guys want to do for dinner?” Brian asked as Delos sat comfortably in Fannie bay in Darwin. “I don’t know bro. Where can we go where we wont spend $50 a person on food and a beer?” This was a common conversation while living and cruising in Australia.
It was a bitter sweet feeling untying the lines from the dock and slowly motoring Delos out through the open marina gates.
We had such an amazing time in Davao!
I am actually on Delos! It is SO fantastic and such a different way to live! I will try to give you a glimpse of what it’s like from the Mothers side of it.
We get asked this question a lot. It’s definitely in the top three, right up there with storms and pirates. And rightfully so- the average age on Delos is 27. I being the only 30-something on board do my fair share to bump that up.
So now that the history of how I got a boat and a mortgage is covered how do we actually afford to sail NOW, after the cruising kitty has long run dry? Below are just a few options that we’ve run across on our trip.
I woke up on the 1st of Jan 2014 with a slight headache and an extremely dry mouth, all reminders of last night’s extravaganza. I felt a bit disorientated and as soon as I turned my head to look at Brian laying snoring on my right, it all came rushing back to me.
After sailing the Philippine seas, with SV Delos and the Delos crew, it’s time for me to go home. It feels a bit sad, because it has been a fantastic four weeks and I have learned so much about sailing.
With our bank accounts running low on board Delos, Brady and I would go over and over our options of some possible next steps.
I was lounging in the cockpit on a blistering hot afternoon, nearly drowning in my own sweat. The skies were an endless blue and the sun beat down with an oppressive force. There was a slight breeze of only a few knots.
It’s Wednesday night and we’re laying outside watching all of the little insects flying around and making their presence known to us. They may be small, but we definitely knew they were there. They can get annoying after a bit though, but our only saving grace is that there isn’t enough of them to cause an infestation. We are the type of people who keep our house clean, but we do like to have companies like https://www.pestcontrolexperts.com/pest-control/ on speed dial in case these few insects turn into a whole swarm of them. After hearing them buzzing around and fluttering their wings at us, the sound of them suddenly became very soothing. I’m half sleeping when Brian suddenly looks over at me with a big grin on his face, eyes filled with thrill and excitement. –”it’s my Birthday this weekend, lets sail to Manila!!”
I feel like the Philippines always pulls something extraordinary out of its magical hat, and this was something I never thought I would see here.
Manila gets mixed reviews from most people. Fellow cruisers, travel guides, and even locals all have varying opinions. Undeniably there’s a certain pull though, to seeing the capitol city of the Philippines.
If Manila had a human avatar she’d be a sultry seductress. She would at first be a little scary, and a little overwhelming. Over time she’d make you feel comfortable drawing you in closer and closer.
Our new Philipino Family- The Cholos!
“Brian- I think we should try to go!” said Karin. Go where? This was my first thought. Karin has this habit of bringing you right into the middle of her thoughts without any context so I was understandably confused.
One of the most amazing things about cruising is how plans can suddenly be washed away. They are truly written in the sand at low tide. Way back in January of this year we planned to sail to Palawan in the Western Philippines, then work our way north towards Mindoro and Puerto Galera.
Crewing On Super Yachts – 5 Months Later….By Brady and Josje
“What the hell are we going to do?” I ask Josje as I sit down in the V Berth next to her. She looks at me with the same confused look she has given me the other 50 times I asked her that. “I don’t know, babe. We seriously have no money left.
I’ll be the first to say that diving Tubbataha reef was the last thing I saw myself doing this June. Apart from being convinced that I didn’t have the time away from work, I’d never really been sailing and I hadn’t been diving in 5 years (due to the minor issue of being allergic to saltwater!).