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Frenzy gripped the crew of the “Natural Mystic”, everyone was doing their part, chore, task, girl. Getting her prepped and ready for the 3,000 plus nautical mile passage to the Marquesas and our entry into magical French Polynesia. We shot around town like sailors possessed by Davey Jones, doing everything we needed to, in order [...]

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If the start of a passage is any indicator to the rest of the mission, our first night bound for the Marquesas revealed what would be a long, arduous voyage. After beating the day away, heading for the consistency of the trade winds, I was pretty tired. Once my time on watch was over, [...]

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However, we are rolling with the punches, and will attend to the issue fully in Papeete, Tahiti, concerning ourselves more at this point with filling the Natty M with the last readily available fruits and vegetables for some time, and preparing for our arrival into the reward of the perfect reef passes of the south pacific, our next destination a weeks sail south east…. It is fortunate thing that the fauna of these Jurassic park-esque islands are so hospitable as the cost of imported all foods to this far flung region of the planet, already compounded on the expensive euro, makes shopping a comically expensive adventure (I was amused at finding a 80 dollar tin of Milo today. We plan to make for the Tuamotus and the lure of perfect and empty waves after we have crammed all the produce that will fit aboard our boat and hiking the hills here to find the Tiki god carvings, hidden amongst the towering hills and plummeting ravines that collar our anchorage.

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Authorities are starting to harass us for our blatant disregard for dingy safety. Being the busy people we are, we seem to ignore the normal cruising motto; “Live Slow, Cruise Slower”. Captain Speed Racer is one dinghy ride away from being arrested for his top speed tendencies. Apparently speeding into town warrants incarceration. So the [...]

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I hope my love for the cruising of Panama altered their plans a little, as they were planning on just passing through, but there is just so much to see and do their, and the anchorages of Panama are so peaceful and pristine, when compared to the Caribbean Islands. We shared our passion for the Chicken Cart with them and it looks like they too have adopted it as their favorite eatery here…. Who knows what would have happened if we had met under more traditional circumstances, but I guess that’s the life of a sailor and some times its truly sad and all you can do is shed a tear or two and hope the passage to and the arrival in the next port will help you get over it. We know the world is a small place and we all hope our paths will cross again.

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Dizzy? yes? Brent Madden is the name from my parents, but Dizzy is a much more apt title (and increasingly a self fulfilling prophecy) given from beer lubricated evenings of my grommy hood. I have been cruising n’ grinning along side the other mystical men for the last few months, but have been hesitant to [...]

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