The Skipper and I were up at 0600 this morning to up anchor and cruise our leisurely way back to Bodrum. Before we left our owner joined us on the swimming platform for an early morning dip in cool turquoise waters.
We’ll be dropping anchor and stopping at a fish restaurant at lunchtime, but until then, it’s 25 knots all the way.
There are moments in a galley girl’s life when time stands still and she dreams of romance and glamour, of dashing pirates and swashbuckling captains, and the chivalry of old fashioned manners. Johnny Depp, of course, is responsible for a lot of that.
However, unlike Captain Jack Sparrow and his amoureuse, I don’t live on a galleon. This season the skipper and I are on a motor yacht – a big 70′ power boat – in Turkey. Despite the modern concept of a life afloat with the aid of 5,000 hp engines, last night I almost had one of those romance and glamour moments. Continue reading “Galley Girl: A Woman of the Sea”→
Lying on deck under the stars in a remote anchorage, while a warm and balmy breeze kisses your skin and the sea gently cradles you, in the knowledge that you can up anchor and roam the seas whenever the fancy takes you, is surely the greatest expression of freedom.