Always follow your instinct!
I stepped of the boat, just before taking off for the Atlantic crossing.
I just had a strange feeling about it.
We’ve built an amazing crew team in a few weeks time. 6 nationalities, all with big dreams and beautiful life stories. We’ve worked hard to make the boat ready. It has been an incredible intense, remarkable and fun time. We were supposed to be on the ocean already. We had some delays due to the a broken waterpump, bad weather, leaking hatches, last-minute crew changes, delivery issues, solar panel installations, mañana mentality, lices… all no problemo! Most important is that the boat and crew is ready to make the crossing. It’s an ocean crossing. It’s not just a ride. We fixed it as a team. We’ve had 7 times the last beer in Bar Brazil Gran Tarajal, 7 times the last diner, 5 times the last run on land because ‘mañana’ we were going to leave. We could laugh about it.
Last saturday, another day of planned departure, the watertank was still leaking, bugs got into the bags pasta, there appeared to be more things to be fixed and arranged I didn’t know about. It was clear to me. Departure was not gonna happen at least for another few days.
What a life saver!
An increasingly strange feeling told me it’s not the right boat and captain to make the crossing with. Too many strange things were in the air. It took a lot of my energy. The crew team we built was so great. It was what kept me on board. But I had this little doubt in the back of my mind.
I went for a walk. Put the adventure in perspective.
It is cool to have my logo on the boat. It is cool to cross the Atlantic. The boat itself was safe. On paper the boat project was all about adventure sports, nature and sustainable living. In real it wasn’t really about that. The non-profit concept appeared to be a bit too much about money and a bit too little about sustainability. This was still ok. It could give my own cool twist and story to it. But the strange stress feeling in my head and being not 100% cool with the captain was not worth it. A 44ft boat is too small for disagreements in the middle of the ocean. Peace of mind and freedom is worth so much more.
So I decided to step off board the Oberon.
We’re 2 days further now and everyone got off board, old crew, new crew. Things got too weird and even violent.
Instinct doesn’t lie.
Imagine things get tense in the middle of the ocean where there is no escape?
It has been an interesting experience. That’s for sure. And the adventure continues! Last 2 days I’ve been enjoying the company of the fantastic crew family and sailors community in Las Palmas, Gran Canaria. The phone broke down so I have quietly stayed disconnected as well. Everyone thought I was out on the ocean anyway. I’m so relieved, happy in the sunshine, on a mission to find the right boat with a happy bonding of new crew and captain. I’m positive it will all work out fine. I’m not in a rush and I definitely don’t give up the dream. First a caña or two with the old crew. Tranquilo no mas. Everything happens for a reason.
I just keep following my instinct.