TYW Day 7: Sail of Shame

Blah. Blah blah. There’s not a single one of us that’s not feeling completely wrecked. Our bodies have essentially rejected us. They are looking at the crackers and water we put in front of them and they’re screaming rejections. We’re taking turns being sick off the back of the boat. Partner puking on either side of the steering column. We lazily pass large bottles of water around hoping and praying that this sip will be the one that stays...

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TYW Day 6 (Part 2): Drinks like a… cat?

You may assume that the after the events with Louise’s sailor-mouth, we breezed into port, parked and had a nice leisurely day strolling about Hydra’s old beautiful Greek-ness. But if so, you obviously do not know me well, as there was much more drama to ensue. And not just from me. No, Louise wasn’t finished either. As we pulled into our sweet spot, just one boat off of land (and therefore an easy hop and skip onto land - or so we thought), we sandwiched ourselves...

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TYW Day 6 (Part 1): We’re All Queuing Mother F**ker

There weren’t many people who recovered well after the all night party on Dokos (Δοκός). Mostly because it was one of the latest nights yet collectively, since it was difficult to sleep while there were people playing Fuck the Dealer on your bed. We knew we only had a short sail to our next (and final) destination, Hydra (Ύδρα) but we also had been informed that it was a relatively...

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TYW Day 5: Dripping Springs in Greece

We used to have this cove on our lake, Grand Lake, called Dripping Springs. It was a long skinny cove, about a mile long, and on any given weekend in the summertime, you could pull in here to find at least 30 boats tied up together ready for a day of laying out, drinking, pumping out loud rap music and jumping off cliffs. On holiday weekends, especially the Fourth of July, the Drip became daytime resting spot for several hundred boats, tied up to one another. A huge floating night club, operating during the day. So it wasn’t quite that, but same concept. Today we were sailing back to Sex Island, AKA Dokos (Δοκός). There is no town on Dokos...

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TYW Day 4: Sorry, Please, Thank You!

Someone stole our dinghy engine. Well, that’s the story at least. Iggy and Mitch were out late driving around in circles with some boobies and the next thing we know it’s the morning and our dinghy has no engine. We’re blaming it on a boat of dirty Spaniards who hate us. They have this amazingly awesome black wood deck boat and they think they are better than us. Regardless of the fact that they might be, we instantly hate...

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