At times we can kid ourselves that we’re living on the edge;
that we are pioneers and adventurers, out on our boat in the big bad ocean.
Friends and family also like to create this image in their minds. We happily
step up to the fill the imaginary spot as risk taking free spirits who’ve cast
off the security blanket of society and headed out to face the world!
But in reality, we have savings and a relatively large and
fancy boat. We eat in restaurants when we like and there’s always petrol for
our dinghy, diesel for our motors and spare cash for any repairs we might need.
Yesterday as we hiked over from our bay to the chandlery to
buy some more frivolous parts for Shiloh, we stopped at De Big Fish restaurant
to chat with a couple friends and share a tasty chicken roti. Really roughing
it ;)
We glanced out at the dinghy dock and noticed what was
difficult not to notice. A ramshackle hobie cat type vessel with a patched up little
windsurfer’s sail, old metal garden chairs propped up on upside down beer cases
and graffiti all along the little hulls.
There was also a blog address boldly printed there. The boat
had a strange name – “Dick Brano”. Well my curious mind had to find out more.
And indeed I did!
This mess at the jetty, it turned out, was a vessel built
literally out of junk, here in Grenada on it’s route from St. Marten in the
northern part of the Caribbean, all the way to Venezuela. About 1000 nautical
miles!
Here was a boat built by two true adventurers, travelling
without a safety net, or even a roof, facing every day the wrath of the sun and
sea, sleeping in a tent on random beaches, eating free coconuts and no doubt
fishing for their own protein.
These people had come so far, sat on a barely floating set
of pontoons, with a few tiny boxes strapped on, holding all their earthly
belongings.
I sat mesmerized, soaked in by the blog and it’s entries. They found themselves at some stage, after years of frugal traveling, in the Cape Verde islands off West Africa and took a spur of the moment opportunity to crew on an Australian boat to the Caribbean with $2 to their names. They were already so far from their native homes - he from the UK and she from Guatemala. They decided they wanted to see the whole region, but that they needed their own boat. And with less than a fiver, they'd have to be creative. And they were more than that. Dick Brano was built completely of others' discarded junk.
I think of the bad weather we've faced just between the few islands around Grenada, and how Shiloh was bashed, and how scary it was at certain moments. I simply cannot imagine it on a 14ft open hobie cat.
There is a post where they found themselves halfway down the island chain, and in some violent waves the boat capsizes and they lose pretty much all of what
little they had. My instinct was to cry - it was so sad! And yet, because of their eternal optimism and faith in the
journey, they find a village of people who donate, cook, labour and support
them to build the vessel back up, so they can carry on. No quitting there.
See video above - as they passed through St. Lucia, a local news station did a brief story on the pair.
So, I’ve been inspired.
To live each day more fully. To appreciate everything about the journey
and not focus on the things at all. At the end of the day, the things are
nothing at all. This couple jumps, swims, laughs, hugs and soaks in every
minute of every day.
We waited hours there to meet them, but alas we had to move
on and only on our return a while later did we see them, already pulled away
from the dock, headed further on their journey.
I send them virtual hugs and I truly hope they will find
everything they need along the way, depending on the good nature in people and
ignoring the negatives that would have kept them back, stopped them in their
tracks, held them back from a life of learning the world.
If you have a minute, visit their site HERE, read their story and
be inspired. They are not a cute little post-it note or inspirational message
written in calligraphy, but a real live flesh and blood example of how you can
take life by the horns and ride it.
They abolish fear and hold on to nothing but each other and
the passion for learning more.
As 10ft waves push them around, each wind gust or rain
squall threatening their trip, not to mention their lives, they push on, happy
for the opportunity. The great gift of being alive!
Imagine if we could all take just a little lesson from that –
what a different world it could be!
