KANACKI
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Well Amigos
The journey to my island way so uneventful one. Except you can see a transformation in them. At the first the wife was afraid to see her son climbing up on rigging as any mother would be. But in time their reservation dwindles. You go to sea as strangers but after a voyage your brothers.
At sea mobile telephones, smart phones mean nothing. at sea everything gets coated in salt from sea spray. it is so corrosive and electronic items are soon wrecked. However some times it good to disconnect from the world. At sea on the drumbeat your in your own little world. Sea, sky and dreams my friends. Your empire kingdom what ever you call it. the day came as most days at sea fell into routine of 4 hours on 8 off rotating shift. You fall into a blur of night and day blurring into one. Time means nothing nor does the outside world of the ship.
Chores keep you focused and only tall ship even at see they is always jobs to be requiring teamwork. My children grew up experiencing those things and the old working songs, the old sea shanties my kids sing as a ode to their experiences working on tall ship in memory of those who has sailed before us. These working songs did three things, being a boredom breaker and morale boosters. But most of all created rhythm of working rope hauling up sail.
Well the day came my Texan family grew a little tall my friends. My family had carried on the old traditions of singing old sea shanties. My wife in dragging us to church all these years made most of us reasonable good singers. As well as musical with drums pipes accordion and banjo.
Its spontaneous in the family and this Texan not accustomed to such things got witness such moments in awe in which they got caught up in the song themselves. Who cares if your a bad singer my friend your thousands of miles away from anywhere? It was inspiring day as you see them fall under the spell being a living breathing part of ship.
And excellent working song hauling the sails up for one moment we was transported to another time and places.
To heave sails you need to work in team and it can be physically demanding.These songs evolved to working rhythms. The following shanty Don Jose you might enjoy what old salts used sing about mexico.
And Don Jose yeah Skipper does likes whiskey the wife likes rum and crew likes both but can't get none ?:-)
Anyway my friends you could imagine there is always a point in voyage you feel like you have entered another time and place.
The more I voyage across the seas my friends the more I respect those ancient mariners of old.
My Texan family had fallen onto a magic carpet ride across the Pacific to my island. And a trust and bond was forming between us.
Once again my friend patience of my slowness to telling this yarn and forgive me as I run on islander time these days. But wanted to give you an vivid insight into a life and experience you may sadly never get the chance to have. The sense of freedom my friends in the wide open expanses on a journey of adventure.
Coffee break for this old 2 fingered typist my friends coffee?
To be continued....
Kanacki
The journey to my island way so uneventful one. Except you can see a transformation in them. At the first the wife was afraid to see her son climbing up on rigging as any mother would be. But in time their reservation dwindles. You go to sea as strangers but after a voyage your brothers.
At sea mobile telephones, smart phones mean nothing. at sea everything gets coated in salt from sea spray. it is so corrosive and electronic items are soon wrecked. However some times it good to disconnect from the world. At sea on the drumbeat your in your own little world. Sea, sky and dreams my friends. Your empire kingdom what ever you call it. the day came as most days at sea fell into routine of 4 hours on 8 off rotating shift. You fall into a blur of night and day blurring into one. Time means nothing nor does the outside world of the ship.
Chores keep you focused and only tall ship even at see they is always jobs to be requiring teamwork. My children grew up experiencing those things and the old working songs, the old sea shanties my kids sing as a ode to their experiences working on tall ship in memory of those who has sailed before us. These working songs did three things, being a boredom breaker and morale boosters. But most of all created rhythm of working rope hauling up sail.
Well the day came my Texan family grew a little tall my friends. My family had carried on the old traditions of singing old sea shanties. My wife in dragging us to church all these years made most of us reasonable good singers. As well as musical with drums pipes accordion and banjo.
Its spontaneous in the family and this Texan not accustomed to such things got witness such moments in awe in which they got caught up in the song themselves. Who cares if your a bad singer my friend your thousands of miles away from anywhere? It was inspiring day as you see them fall under the spell being a living breathing part of ship.
And excellent working song hauling the sails up for one moment we was transported to another time and places.
To heave sails you need to work in team and it can be physically demanding.These songs evolved to working rhythms. The following shanty Don Jose you might enjoy what old salts used sing about mexico.
And Don Jose yeah Skipper does likes whiskey the wife likes rum and crew likes both but can't get none ?:-)
Anyway my friends you could imagine there is always a point in voyage you feel like you have entered another time and place.
The more I voyage across the seas my friends the more I respect those ancient mariners of old.
My Texan family had fallen onto a magic carpet ride across the Pacific to my island. And a trust and bond was forming between us.
Once again my friend patience of my slowness to telling this yarn and forgive me as I run on islander time these days. But wanted to give you an vivid insight into a life and experience you may sadly never get the chance to have. The sense of freedom my friends in the wide open expanses on a journey of adventure.
Coffee break for this old 2 fingered typist my friends coffee?
To be continued....
Kanacki
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