Interesting stuff. His original departure date was supposed to be in 1998 with his then 26 year old third wife. She's obviously done a runner and was replaced by a Mexican architect who lasted three days on a shake down voyage and then jumped ship.
The whole thing reeks of New Age waffle to me with a great big slice of egotist pie. What with his box of dirt which he plans to spread out on deck every now and then, to lie down on and renew his attachment to the earth. Then of course there is the small matter of covering himself in paint to do his Shamanistic dancing. This may be a cruel thing to say but he reminds me a bit of either the wannabe leader of a cult or a snake oil salesman, maybe a bit of both. whatever he is pretty damn good at conning others into supporting him. One has to admire, albeit begrudgingly, that particular ability.
There might be some concern also that he is in fact barking mad. Some of those photos on his blogg remind me a tad of the look in the eye of a small terrier just before it gets eaten by a rottweiller. You know what I mean, that old "come on then, I'll have you", despite the odds.
However there is a recurring theme that really scares the crap out your friendly old rodent and that is....now please any of you youngsters listening in it's time for you to head to bed......all clear ? Ok ! Here goes and I warn you be prepared to be shocked....it's bean sprouts. Yes kiddies, Bean Sprouts. Tubs of the bloody things. BSs morning noon and night, every day for three years. Blech !
I tell you what. We have a lot to thank the hippies for but don't forget they also gave us bad acid, inagaddadavida, 20 minute drum solos and much more for which they will be rightly condemned but perhaps forgiven in light of the drugs but the buggers also gave the western world Bean Sprouts and for that they should be driven into the sea. Sprouts are proof positive that God either does not exist, he hates the sight of us or he has a worse sense of humour than some Wombats I could mention.
Angel ? Would you be so kind as to pass the Rum ?
PS - earlier on I described his ship as a timber gaff shcooner. That was incorrect, she is in fact steel and fibreglass. Thankfully.
PPS - the delightful Ms Wombat has taken a peek over my shoulder at this and reckons that while most of you would realise that I am somewhat out of touch with the real world (did I say delightful ?) many folk in touch with the aforementioned real world actually like beansprouts. Yeah right. Pull the other one.