July 2007



"no worries, mate!"...

Wednesday, 25 July 2007 12:54 A GMT-05
"No Worries!"  For years this little mantra has been held dear to my heart.  I have been saying it for close to a century after one of my pals returned home after spending 6 months of university in Australia, and she introduced it

black tank betty...

Friday, 20 July 2007 1:24 A GMT-05
It felt like I had been sitting there for ages.  In fact, I had been there for about 5 minutes doing nothing but thinking.  One argument was followed by its opposite viewpoint, all of which left me with no answer, only a lot of options.&nbs

all the lonely people, part two...

Sunday, 15 July 2007 9:48 P GMT-05
All that can be heard is a squeak and squeal of the boat pushing against the fenders as they press against the dock.  The wind sends a whirl of power into the air and as it picks up you get the sense that you might be in a horror movie.  Th

all the lonely people, part one...

Sunday, 15 July 2007 5:41 A GMT-05
A year ago I planned an emotional departure from Thailand.  Every morning I woke up with a dreadful pang in my stomach and a heavy heart.  I was devastated by the end of my relationship and terrified as to where my journey would take me.&nb

polish on...polish off...

Tuesday, 10 July 2007 1:34 A GMT-05
My aching muscles made it difficult to get out of bed.  I was as sore as I used to be during my dancing years.  I was sore in places where I had forgotten I had muscles.  I was tired and wishing I could have a day off, but it was only

scrubbing the decks...

Saturday, 7 July 2007 10:13 P GMT-05
The days of sleeping in and starting my day slowly are over.  Work on a boat and you realize just how quickly the time goes and how very few hours you have of available sunlight.  So as I rolled out of bed at 6:30am I was surprisingly ready

gramac v...

Monday, 2 July 2007 6:42 A GMT-05
Many years ago, when Mick was just a boy, his father acquired a boat in the hopes of resolving a dispute between two friends. These two friends were Mr. Gray and Mr. Mac. And this is where the story of the Gramac begins.