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Required Reading On Delos- By Brian

There have been many books along this amazing journey.
Some I read before sailing, and some while out here. I’ve gotten something from the list below and hope that by sharing it you will as well. I really hope you enjoy this list and please feel free to comment with your favs as well.
PS- All the links below are to Amazon so I hope they make it a little easier for you to find.PPS- If you do buy from these links we get a little kick back for our beer fund
Cool Sailing and Adventure Books
Dove– Robin Lee Graham
The Long Way– Bernard Moitessier
Chasing the Long Rainbow– Hal Roth
Sailing Alone Around The World– Joshua Slocum
Three Years in a 12 Foot Boat– Stephen Ladd
The Curve Of Time– M. Wylie Blanchett
The Old Man And The Sea– Earnest Hemingway
Two Years Before The Mast– Richard Henry Dana Jr.
Tales of the South Pacific– James Michener
Fatu Hiva– Thor Heyerdahl
Kon Tiki– Thor Heyerdahl
Nathaniels Nutmeg– Giles Milton
The Shark God– Charles Montgomery
Typee– Herman Melville
Getting Stoned With Savages– J. Marten Troost
The Happy Isles of Oceana– Paul Theroux
The Sex Lives of Cannibals– J. Marten Troost
Fighter Pilot– Mac ‘Serge’ Tucker
The Elephant Whisperer– Lawrence Anthony
Cool Thought Books
The Miracle of Mindfulness– Thich Nhat Hanh
You’ll See It When You Believe It– Wayne Dyer
Consolations of Philosophy– Alain de Botton
The Power of Intention– Wayne Dyer
Being Happy– Andrew Matthews
Siddhartha– Hermann Hesse
The Tipping Point– Malcalm Gladwell
The Power Of Now– Eckhart Tolle
The Tao of Pooh– Benjamin Hoff
The 37 Practices of Bodhisattvas– Unknown
Practical Sailing
The Voyagers Handbook- Beth A. Leonard
Voyaging With Kids– Behan Gifford
World Cruising Routes– Jimmy Cornell
Coral Reef Fishes– Ewald Lieske, Robert Meyers
Sport Fish Of the Pacific– Vic Dunaway
Illustrated Sail and Rig Tuning– Ivan Dedekam
Man Vs. Weather– Dennis Diclaudio
Marine Diesel Engines- Nigel Calder
Boat Owners Mechanical and Electrical Systems- Nigel Calder
The Cruisers Handbook of Fishing– Scott Banneroy, Wendy Banneroy
Modern Marine Weather– David Burch
South Pacific Anchorages– Warwick Clay
Landfalls of Paradise– Earl Hinz, Jim Howard
Advanced First Aid Afloat- Peter Eastman
Storm Tactics– Lin and Larry Pardey
Required Movie Watching On Delos
Captain Ron
Dead Calm
Yellow Beard
Year One
Nacho Libre
Movies That We Watched and Wished We Hadn’t
Mega Piranha
All Is Lost
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Thoughts from Africa – By Brady

As it was just thanksgiving in ‘Murica I couldn’t help but think about the interesting holiday and what it really means…Well, right now I am sitting in a car driving through Botswana. If you would have asked me a few years ago, to point Botswana out on a map of Africa I would have had no idea where to look. And now, here I am, spending another thanksgiving away from family, in Botswana. I am thinking about what they are up to. The turkey, cranberries, stuffing, green bean casserole are all running through my mind. Only this year my thanksgiving is spent driving.. Passing wild elephants, giraffes and zebras. Driving somewhere I don’t know that I have never been and have no idea what to expect….Life is a strange, beautiful, intense journey and I’m so thankful to be on it.
Delos has been on a crazy journey for over 7 years now with big ups, big downs and everything in between. All of the people that have shared time on Delos have had their own ups and downs as well. The journey has taught us patience, balance, acceptance and most importantly to be positive and appreciate the little things in life like long showers, good food and hugs.
We are thankful for this opportunity to see the world and to share this beautiful planet with you. We are grateful to have our health. We are thankful to constantly be surrounded by people we love and for receiving sooo much love and positivity from the Delos Tribe. You are all a part of our journey and we are extremely blessed to have you along for this ride called life.
We are grateful for all the people we have met along our journey and the people we still have to meet.
We are thankful for the oceans, the land and the sky and every living thing that occupies every corner of the world. It is these living things that create balance that we as humans don’t fully understand.
Sometimes you forget how lucky you are to just be alive, to have the warmth of the sun shine on you, to have shelter, food and family. These are the most important things in life.
Unfortunately, thanksgiving happens only once a year although it should be an everyday thing; Be thankful every single day you have something positive in your life. Turkey, cranberries and beer should also be an everyday thing.
With all the crazy things happening in this world it’s hard to focus on the light, so make an effort to smile more and create random acts of kindness.
Life is too short to have enemies or animosities so forgive, accept and rebuild relationships.
Sending positive vibes and love to everyone around the world.Keep laughing, loving and smiling for these are the things that make the world a better place. Much love from Delos in the motherland, Africa!
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Yesterday someone called me an E-begger.

Yesterday someone online called me an E-begger. This vexed me.
I was terribly vexed.
A week before that,  I had sent this email to Patreon (the actual company):

Dear Patreon.
Elayna and I would like to extend a thank you to your company as a whole and in particular to whoever the people are who started this beautifully simple modern marvel.
6 months ago I had about 6 months more of sailing until I would have definitely had to go back to working in Australia. Elayna then posted a few movies on youtube which generated a lot of interest. People wrote in to us asking us to sign up to your website as neither of us had heard of it.
We now spend a portion of each day trawling through emails from people writing in to us asking everything from “how do you clean your boat” to “what colour are Elaynas underwear.” Occasionally there is an email from someone who appears genuinely inspired by our actions. That is how I feel about Patreon. I’m not sure how this adventure is going to pan out, I don’t know if the public will maintain interest or not but already the support we have received, not to get too soppy, but it renews your faith in human beings.
No matter how it all goes, we think that what your doing is big. It is progressive, benevolent and pure. To have funding from the public, as I’m sure you well know, is the purest way to receive any endowment. Void of the insidious strings attached by commercial industry. Adverts, deadlines, genres. You have removed the evil lure of adulterating ones art or product or just thing in search of money for many of us and lessened it for others. We have been able to “thanks but no thanks” emails from reality TV shows and I can’t imagine how many others have been able to do a similar thing.
To have the thought to create such a platform and the skill and determination to follow it up is incredible.What beautiful minds you must have.
Love Sailing La Vagabonde.


The author is not unaware that this writing is by an interested party and not exactly academic.
It is one of humanities greatest foibles that weight appears removed from words if delivered by a person whom stands to gain from them, truth or no.What Patreon has done for Elayna and I so far financially isn’t overly spectacular, if you look at the figure that we have received so far it is $5200USD which is better than a kick in the pants but won’t cover insurance and a haul out. It has however filled us with confidence for the future, something that for us is far more important.

It has also significantly increased in the last 2 months to being something that we are extremely excited about. There are problems: some decline payments, some drop out, etc. And personally it really doesn’t feel ‘solid’  just yet.
I’ll trust myself fully to this concept if it proves itself to me personally over a couple of years. That is personally though, as a whole I think it is a fantastic idea. It’s  just so different than working away on an oil rig or barge offshore doing 12 hour days for 3 weeks to receive a paycheque.
If everything keeps going the way that it has been, Elayna and I will be able to keep documenting our voyage around the globe without being hijacked by some second-rate over-dramatised awful TV series.

We’re not going to turn down million dollar offers by a legitimately talented documentary maker (who would?) but what has happened for us and what Patreon does for so many people is it grants leverage to the creators. It makes not selling out a viable option. If you look at whats on TV at the moment I think that’s a really good thing.
Just look at the rubbish on there. I’m biased of course but I prefer SLV.
Making movies is now Elayna’s full-time job. That is how we have come to consider it as she devotes days and weeks and months and now years into the project.
Replying to emails for hours each day. Sitting in a hot little cafe in the middle of nowhere waiting for an episode to upload whilst chickens fight each other under the table.
Updating instagram, facebook, fliming — and trying to sail and have fun as well.
She has done a cracking good job so far and I’m stoked for her (and us). It is amazing what we have accomplished so far and I can’t wait to see what the future brings for us.
Thank you for reading and thank you to all our supporters, every one of you, your the best.
Written 12/6/15

Source: La Vagabonde

Hitting the High Seas, Venezuela Bound

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VENEZUELA – I am actually writing this about 100 miles off the island of Los Roques, Venezuela.
We left Trinidad and overnight sailed to Grenada to pick up a part before heading towards Venezuela on a 2-3 day sail. We were very rushed.
It was the day that we would leave again, set sail and be free. I can’t remember the last time I was this Happy. We had arrived to La Vagabonde about 5 weeks earlier and had completed a whole list of jobs onboard and also sailed down to Trinidad to install a water maker. We had been busy, I mean 10 hours a day, frustratingly busy. Mosquito ridden, humidly frustrated. The despondent, succumbing kind of frustration rather than burning fire kind. We were set to leave though now and were happy with the shape La Vagabonde was in.
We had woken up that morning in Grenada on a mad rush, jumped in the tender and headed into the restaurant/wifi area at Grenada Marina and hunkered down for a couple of hours. When I deemed I was no longer being productive I checked us out of the country whilst Elayna continued editing movies. Workhorse. Customs was there but Immigration wasn’t and we were to meet him at 4:30 that afternoon. We walked extremely briskly to the bus stop but managed to thumb a ride. Elayna shotgun, myself in the tray of a truck it turns out that with all these years wearing a seatbelt I hadn’t learned what the locals had who were in the tray with me. After the truck sharply breaking before some lights and myself being scraped off the back windshield of our truck I held on tight like everyone else was. Elayna later notified me that the driver was high and smoking a ‘fat doobie’ at the time.
We needed to upload a movie and having previously uploaded a movie in St George, Grenada, we knew that this was the only place upload speed was good enough that we could get it done before we were due to leave that afternoon. Rushing into the internet cafe, Elayna did her thing whilst I dashed to the shops to start the mega food shop incase there were no supplies in Los Roques. Movie uploaded, shop done, taxi home to meet immigration in the nick of time (4:30), food at the restaurant. We hadn’t had time for lunch Elayna proclaimed at some point of the day and I begrudgingly conceded that if we were to get there she was probably right. The sun was starting to hang low in the sky as we flew in the tender back to La Vagabonde. I looked at the channel markers. We still had to get the outboard and tender secured away onboard, put the shopping away and if we were lucky a shower would be nice too.
On a mooring ball in Grenada Marina, sun setting in the distance. We were leaving in a hurry and Elayna feeling a bit under pressure suggested we leave tomorrow morning, I eventually made the (wrong) call and said we were to leave.
I had made 2 mistakes, the first; I miss judged the speed we would travel at, the hull having been re-painted adding about a knot of speed it seems and as soon as we were away I knew we were headed for a nightfall arrival in Los Roques. The second was being dictated to by circumstance rather than weather. It seems this is a lesson I will never learn. We should have left a day earlier and not worried about uploading the movie, a day later was not an option as there was going to be a system moving in with very poor weather in a couple of days time that we needed to beat to Los Roques. Noting all this I sat down and realised that I didn’t care at all. I was in my yacht again and sailing, Elayna felt the same I could tell and despite our earlier tiff we were soon actually dancing and singing onboard. And I mean it, well at least I was, singing and saying really bad jokes with an overwhelming sense of joy.
That was the busiest day we had had in a very busy 5 weeks. I used to work away, offshore, Oil Rigs, construction etc. Sometimes at work these dorky looking engineers would appear with a stopwatch and actually time what you were doing. Like that wouldn’t piss of any human being in the world being timed by a bespectacled on-looker whilst you are sweating away working as fast as you can. That day, had one of these gentlemen been present, stopwatch in hand, we would have given him an erection I’m sure. I intend to spend the next week in Los Roquas in the sun and free diving (depending on ear infection). Yeehah.
As we rolled out the headsail, which is all we use going down wind on La Vaga in trade winds, a squall came through which was to be the first of nearly a dozen during the trip. We accidentally turned off navigation which zeroes the statistics for the trip including highest wind speed before I could check but I’m sure we had the highest wind I have encountered yet. We were just lucky we were heading with it. I read on the instruments 42 apparent during the squall and we were doing 8-9 knots but this would only have held out for 5 mins or so and the waves were holding their formation rather than crumbling and hadn’t had a chance to form into monsters yet. The ocean was a mess, white streaks of water and foam everywhere but La Vagabonde was holding course as we had seen the dark clouds coming early and had rolled in most of the headsail. I can honestly say that we were not in the least concerned, I didn’t even get too wet as I kept an eye on things from the companionway.
The first night was almost sleepless for me but I caught up the next day and as the weather cleared up conditions were nearing perfect and we were making extremely good time.
Life was good.

Source: La Vagabonde

Rileys Bio

autobiography |ɔːtəbʌɪˈɒgrəfi|noun (pl.autobiographies)An account of a person’s life written by that person. He gives a vivid description of his childhood in his autobiography.

When asked to do a “Bio” I was a bit concerned. How much should I give away? There is always going to be a bit of self analysis and introspection involved which can be uncomfortable. Should it be about who I am as a person or what I have done. Or both? An account of ones life is a difficult thing to attempt I think. This is what I have come up with so far;
I grew up in a few different places but really when I think of growing up it was in Cowell which is a small country town in South Australia of about 1200 people when I was there, including the farmers, and in Alice Springs which is in the middle of Australia *kind* of near Uluru (Ayres Rock.) I used to play football and enjoyed camping and fishing trips. It was my father who inspired my outdoors side and not worrying about doing it a bit tough (I slept on a swag for a year at age 25 because I thought buying a bed was a waste of money) I eventually bought a bed when Dad came to visit and mentioned that I should probably just get a proper bed. This held me in good stead for leaky yachts, having to stay awake for 36 hours during a storm etc. My parents split up when I was 5 which is why I lived in different locations. I think Mum inspired my adventurous side, she has an adventurous and hippie spirit and incidentally is by so far the biggest fan of SLV (Sailing LaVagabonde). I have a little brother who I am trying to convince to come on the boat but he only wanted to go to Cuba. He’s a bit of a Communist. I was pretty naughty at school and in general fairly difficult to parent I think.

I went to boarding school in Adelaide which was amazing. A lot of my best friends I met here. It was like living with 15 of your best friends. The only thing I don’t like about the whole sailing thing is I can’t spend as much time with my mates and family. It truly is a shame to not be able to hang with these people every day as they are pretty much all just really funny. We laugh a lot. I think about them and miss them every day.After boarding school I went to university (college) and failed. I failed so bad that in order to re-apply ever again they said that I would need to write a letter to someone, I can’t remember who. I was too busy playing backyard cricket a lot with my mates and partying. It turned out that because I managed to land the job offshore this was the best thing that could have happened, the failing Uni thing. Lucky and very stupid Riley.

I think I drank too much from the age of 22-26. It was almost becoming a sport or problem depending on which way you look at it. I certainly didn’t want to leave any stone unturned. I was petrified of looking back from age 50 and thinking that I had missed out on something/everything. I like older people for the same reason I like older music they/it seem/s more authentic. I would listen to older people, my parents friends, uncles etc (not my parents obviously, who listens to them?). If there was a general theme from these people it was always along the lines of have kids later and do as much as you can when your young. This was also why I travelled a lot.

I like people who are a little odd or interesting and good stimulating conversation, quoting obscure lines from movies, lyrics or favourite lines from books and spaghetti Bolognese. My friends think I’m a hypocrite but I feel as though I have a complicated moral code that has evolved according to my age. An odd thing I do that I feel really helps alleviate my own personal stress and frustration; if I’m waiting in line somewhere, usually customs, and people are just sitting around blatantly ignoring the customers, talking amongst themselves etc, most people would be familiar with the situation, the people behind the counter slowly attending to you in their own time and appearing to take some joy out of having made you wait, I will pull out my kindle and sit down somewhere peacefully and just wait to be served pretending not to notice their poor customer service. I’m sure this actually hastens the eventual service and sometimes I will ask them to wait until I have finished my chapter.

The picture above is me working on an offshore drill rig and on a barge offshore. I did this for 8 years to save up for La Vagabonde. For three weeks we would work for 12 hours a day and its fuckin hot because your working on a large metal object that is sitting in the sun. I have mixed feelings about my time offshore, I made some life long friends and it gave me money and time to travel but it can be really difficult. I hope that I don’t have to go back, I think we would look at chartering first (might need a bigger boat!) When the atmosphere is bad offshore on the Rigs there is no escaping and its oppressive, it is mentally and physically draining. I managed to move into construction instead of drilling later in my career which was infinitely better. Heavily unionised, better conditions, less pressure = better atmosphere = everyone happier = happy Riley. Yeehah! In my time off I liked to travel and between jobs I was able to go to a lot of different places while the Yacht idea was taking hold. I recently filled my passport and had to get a new one.
The two big events from then were buying the yacht and meeting Elayna. I won’t go into too much detail here suffice it to say that I love her more than anything, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she can sail to windward at like almost 30 degrees and can hold her own in 5m swell and gale force winds, one helluva boat. Elayna is also good.
On La Vagabonde I like to free dive, fish and spearfish. I think that as we get better equipment that the movies will be able to show a bit more on this. I can dive down to 30m, Elayna can do just over 20m and is a much stronger swimmer and more comfortable in the water than I am. She’s basically a fish. Learning to slow your heart rate and mastering your bodies physiology and natural instincts in order to free dive is really calming and its something I wish I could do every day instead of chasing up some odd piece of broken and crucial yacht equipment in a foreign country. Eating a freshly speared snapper is a good thing.
The photo below is from when I broke my neck travelling through Brazil and had to have spinal surgery over there. I spent 6 months recovering, whilst 16 of my best mates went on “The best trip ever” (I keep hearing) an RV trip up and down the coast of The States. At different times I was told not to move my neck or I would never walk again and later that my voice would never recover enough to live a normal life, like socialise and go back to work eventually. It all turned out OK though, over a hundred grand hospital fee that travel insurance picked up there. I could go on here, I wrote about half of a book on my experiences whilst I was recovering because I spent little to no time talking, as instructed by my pathologist, for 4 or 5 months. The first 18 days was strictly no talking and then I was allocated 15 words an hour or something for I can’t remember how long, months.

I also like to pass the time aboard by reading. David Foster Wallace is incredible obviously, but others I really like are Jonathan Franzen, Knutt Hamsen, Don DeLillio and John Fante. I will get heavily wrapped up in a particular subject, for example, I read a psychology textbook on the Atlantic Crossing and would read the most interesting parts to Jack and Elayna during our enforced ‘meetings.’ I am maybe not insecure but slightly preoccupied with a permutation of my life’s path. Not having been to University (read passed) and having had a mundane and unacademic career for the last 8 years I think about occasionally and I tend to compensate by using big words. Like Tautology. And Permutation. I’m obviously not too fussed about grammar. Another, I suppose, odd thing I do is that because I thought that sections of the Psychology text book were poorly written, boring or even attempting to morally persuade the reader, which I don’t think it was their job to do, I struck entire sections with black pen and even tore out some so that when I read it again on the next big crossing I won’t waste my time with the bad parts.
Music: At the moment I’m really flogging The Drones, Neil Young, Nick Cave, Colour Haze and Pink Floyd. Getting deep into the backlogs. Tangled thoughts of leaving, Elliot Smith and I’m always listening to Jack White. If we are having dinner we can even go for some jazz or instrumental. A bit of an odd grouping but I feel as though one must keep it eclectic if nothing else mustn’t one? Haha. We download Aussie music onto Spotify and try to agree on songs we like and then compile playlists. This is good fun.
The last thing I should mention is that I’m pretty excited about our sailing channel. Elayna spent 4 months back in Aus making websites, honing editing skills, making an album and writing a recipe book. I can’t believe she made a website! How do you even do that? We are a bit of a professional outfit these days and it feels good. At this rate it looks like we will be sailing around for YEARS!!! Thanks to everyone who has supported us along the way you are making the vids and trip a reality. We love you.
That’s me.

Source: La Vagabonde

Cape of Good Hope – By Märta

It’s time to make a turn. A turn for good hope.
Once again I am back as “The Sailing Mum” on Delos and have the fantastic opportunity to be a part of her great crew. This time we are going to sail around the Cape of Good Hope. How crazy is that?! Few places have the same mystical vibe to it. I feel that this is a place where everything is and has been set on edge. In Swedish we have the word “lagom”, which is sort of in between everything, not too good not too bad.  A middle ground.  That is not Cape of Good Hope. Here it’s either black or white. There are so many wonderful and awful things that have happened here.
I’m sitting in the cockpit of Delos. Its half past two in the morning. For me this time is so special. I love to be on watch in the middle of the night. Even though I’m not an experienced sailor I don’t feel scared or unsure, only humbled and blessed, and a bit on edge. But I have been on night watch before and Karin has gone thru all the instruments and things I need to watch out for and I know what to do. The night is calm. Only a few cargo ships and they all show up with their data on the AIS. None of the fishing-boat-crazyness that we had in Malaysia last year.
Last evening was very special. We passed the southernmost tip of Africa, Cape Agulhas. How amazing is that!? I am on Delos sailing with Africa on my right, sorry starboard, and Antarctica on my stern. This also means that I sail from one ocean to another, from the Indian Ocean into the Atlantic Ocean. So many firsts for me. First time in Africa for starters. And then, just when we leave the Indian Ocean, we get the most amazing sunset with the sun setting in the Atlantic Ocean. Oh yes!

Brian, Karin and Brady had made a thorough check of the weather before we left St Francis Bay. These waters are known for their scary weather changes and I am glad the Delos crew is so skilled and safe in the way they sail. We waited for the wind to turn to easterly, and had hopes for some nice downwind sailing. It got calmer than expected though, and we ended up motor sailing most of the way. Which is quite okay, considering what weather can be like here just next door to the roaring forties.
When I start my watch at one o’clock there was some wind, but it almost completely died out during my first hour. The water is so calm it almost feels spooky. Delos plows her way over the ocean floor. The sky is as black as the water and shows a million billion trillion stars more clearly than I have ever seen them before. I understand why it’s called the Milky Way, something that you rarely see with lights all around. After checking the radar one more time I sit on the side of the cockpit taking it all in … And that is when they show up, right beside me. Dolphins! One, two, no many more! Wow!

It doesn’t get any greater than this. To sit on night watch and have Delos accompanied by dolphins. It is as if they want to make sure that I’m okay. They greet me and guide me on my way when I cross their ocean. I’m a guest in their world were they know everything and I really don’t know shit. I feel so big and so small at the same time. The bio luminescence makes the water shimmer when the dolphins break the surface and leaves bright tracks under water when they swim away. Magical.
At three I see the lighthouse on Cape of Good Hope for the first time. Cape of Good Hope … Hope for what? Just the lighthouse is a symbol of hope. A light in the dark that will lead you in the right direction and keep you safe. I’m thinking about the early explorers from Portugal, Holland or China that rounded the Cape in tough conditions without a light to guide them. What was their hope? Tea from India, new land, free religions? And the native people, that got their way of life changed forever, what did they hope for? Well, now we know that something’s turned out good and something’s turned out very bad before changing to hope in this special and beautiful country.

The Cape is also a place where you change direction. You make a turn and doing so you have a chose in what direction to go. And as this is Cape of Good Hope it is the perfect place to make a turn for the best. So let’s do it, make a turn that will send a message of good hope. There is so much craziness going on in the world, has always been and will always be. But so very very very much more is wonderful, awesome and beautiful in so many ways. That is where I want to turn. This will be my New Year’s wish.
I make a turn at Cape of Good Hope and I make it a turn for good hope to all.
In Swedish the word Hope is “Hopp”. And Hopp has two meanings, Hope and Jump. So I will start the year with a jump for hope!

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Los Roques Babyyy (Sailing La Vagabonde) Ep. 26

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Because of the mix up with the time I had allocated for our Grenada to Los Roques crossing we were due to arrive at night time. We decided to try slow down a little and even found a reef that Elayna could free dive to waste a couple of hours. Elayna jumped in but was definitely a little hesitant as we were in the deep blue. I dragged her behind La Vaga for a while (trawling for sharks) whilst she kept an eye out for anything fishy. Nothing around so we dropped out the headsail, turned off the engine and sailed into the night.
Los Roques has a large rocky mountain on the outer edge that we were to round before making our way to the anchorage. I reduced sail as I was concerned once again of wind acceleration, the foreboding rock looking like it might cause some. No acceleration and as we rounded the northern face and made our way south we found a dead patch and furled in the rest of the headsail. Approaching at night is always hairy and on Navionics there was a marking for buoys, these turned out to be gigantic buoys for refuelling ships rather than for us to tie off too but served as an indicator that we were where we thought we were. As we motored on a little we saw all the familiar bobbing lights indicating a field of Yachts. We dropped in behind a couple of Catamarans and the anchor caught second attempt beautifully. I think I was asleep before Elayna had attached the rode.
We woke early and approached another vessel hoping to get the goss on the area and in particular the price as it looked on paper like it might add up to $580 US. We found out it was more like $200 for 15 days and as I am writing this on day 5 we have only payed about $1.20 so, I don’t know, they might sting us on the way out? The lovely people at Nellys helped me sort out the outboard and the genius mechanic proved himself worthy of the task and the $10 or something he charged. The outboard and tender are both really important to Elayna and I as a safety device and also as a basic means of transport so we were really really happy to get that finally sorted out. Imagine kayaking back and forth the weeks groceries to the boat when it is blowing 20 knots. Some people do it.
Los Roques is a top spot, you can party in gran roque and get very basic supplies infrequently, fuel your not really supposed to buy but it can be organised through locals and costs like a 10$ for 40L of diesel including the bribe, there is an airport and this is where you come to check in or do anything really. From here there are dozens of islands, mostly deserted, that also happen to make brilliant anchorages. We are excited to check them out! Francis Cay, Sebastopol, Crasqui, Noronqui and Cayo de Agua are some of the ones that we want to check out, but that will be next week on SAILING LA VAGABONDE!!!
Cheers, Riley.

Source: La Vagabonde

Island Hopping Los Roques (Sailing La Vagabonde) Ep. 27

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Los Roques is an archipelago of 350 islands, cays and islets! We leave the main island and set off to explore some. We are running out of food quite quickly and spearing is forbidden in Los Roques, so we make a trip to the next island over Aves to stock up with some fish. The main island only receives food deliveries every few weeks and we just missed the previous one by a day… We found some really cool spots in Los Roques and because the islands were mostly deserted and we couldn’t do much, we finally had the time to read our books, go free diving and appreciate every days earth rotation

Source: La Vagabonde

Road Trippin Western Australia (Sailing La Vagabonde) – Part 1

Jimmy our friend from Perth who had once visited us on La Vagabonde before, was nice enough to lend us his beast of a car for a few weeks. So we took off on a little road trip up the West Australian coastline to show you guys where I am from!
We drove 820km north from Perth to reach Shark Bay, stopping at Dongara, Geraldton, Kalbarri, Billabong, Denham, Monkey Mia and we went for a 4WD up the western coast of shark bay which is the most western point of Australia and has some gorgeous little beaches off the track.

It was coming on summer, so the nights were still cold and the mornings super fresh, but when mid-day hit it was a good 30-35 degrees. Unfortunately the temperature of the ocean was not quite warm enough to frolic in their all day. In fact, it was absolutely freezing and neither of us could stay in for longer than half an hour without our wetsuits, proper free diving and spearfishing gear we had left overseas on La Vagabonde. Using cheap and tacky gear we bought at the servo for $10 a set turned out to be a nightmare (as expected), leaky masks that fogged up after 2 minutes, and fins that were plastic and hurt a lot. But we ended up getting 2 fish for dinner, so I suppose it was still worth it… sorta!
We planned to make it a few more hundred k’s north of Shark Bay for the roady, but due to some car troubles we found ourselves stuck in a tiny little town at a pub, watching the AFL (Australian Football League) while the car was repaired. We ended up having a really good time there and made the most of the situation. When she was all fixed we headed back down south to Perth, stopping at some pretty cool little spots on the way home.
We hope you guys enjoyed seeing a little of Aus through our eyes. Stay tuned for Part 2!
Love Elay
Source: La Vagabonde

Rama Bound – By Josje

~ This blog is intended to explain some of the reasons behind my decision to transition from the ocean to the land. To transition from Delos to New Zealand to simultaneously harmonize land based editing for Delos and to continue on my own path with Ramatree ~

Life has many chapters and comings and goings and I always find it interesting that the Universe is constantly changing. Relationships and events come and go, and sometimes the Universe presents you with things that you may not necessarily understand; sometimes not always the things that you want, but the things that you need.
Life is a beautiful and interesting journey of constant self-discovery and experience. My life so far has been an intense one, a beautifully intense, experience-rich adventure that I am so grateful for. I have learnt to let go. Let go of the bounds of society, nature and all that surrounds me. It is all meant to be and there is no way for me to control or determine how it will be played out. What I can choose, however, is how I perceive/react to these events and let these things affect and control my life.
I was sitting on the plane, in some weird middle ground, not really here and not really there. I had been chatting a bit to the person next to me explaining what the hell I was doing in Madagascar, flying all the way to little old New Zealand, and as the story evolved and some time had passed, he turned to me asked me… “So what have you learnt from the past 4 years of your travels?” I turned and looked at him, with wary eyes and couldn’t possibly think of a valid or reasonable answer. I laughed a little and said, “I don’t know man, so much, I have learnt so much”. It was like there was so much up there; I couldn’t possibly filter out one thing.“Well, I’ve definitely learnt a lot about sailing!” I replied, … with a chuckle “I’ve also learnt a lot about myself. Who I am, who I want to be, who I don’t want to be. I’ve learnt that no matter what you say, how you act or what you do, the most important thing is that people will never forget how you made them feel. But I think the most important thing I’ve learnt is practicing the transition between listening to my heart instead of my head”. My head fell back against the headrest and I felt pretty satisfied – that was it. Listen to my heart. Sometimes ‘life’, your thoughts and worries, up in your mind gets in the way with reasoning. It stops you from your dreams, giving you excuses, saying the time is not yet right, or giving you some reason why your dreams are just dreams and why they should stay that way; he nodded and agreed. We talked about life, finding balance and having this feeling of ‘searching’ for something without even knowing what it is.
I guess that has been the most important part of this journey for me, the search. But maybe the answer to the search is nothing; there is no answer or destination. Maybe the answer is just the search. Am I sounding crazy? Either way, here I am. I know I may sound a little conflicting, saying that the Universe has lead me here, it is only the natural way of nature. On the other hand, I’m saying I am also in control, in control in a funny kind of way though. I can choose to agree or disagree with nature, with my heart. I must follow it and let it guide me; let nature guide me. And sometimes it may seem confusing, why is the Universe leading me here? Leading me this way, or that way? Sometimes the Universe provides you with people, events or situations that seem strange, something that you don’t understand at first. You have the choice to trust. Trust it, trust your heart, because ultimately all the answers to your questions are already inside of you.
I know a lot of you may not understand the reasons behind my decision to leave Delos and return home to New Zealand and at the time, I didn’t really understand either. But it was unfolding itself to me. And as much as my head was telling me, are you crazy?! This is the best life ever! My heart was telling me something else. And it took a long time, and a bumpy road for that answer to be drawn out and reveal itself to me. And it is still a little unclear and confusing. But I felt something and I trusted it, and I know with my whole heart, soul and being that it was the right thing to do. Of course I’m scared. I’m afraid. I constantly ask myself, what am I doing? But at the same time it is exhilarating and liberating. My whole being is bound to no one but the ways of nature and myself. What am I capable of? What are we all capable of? I think people are more afraid of this thought than of failing. They would rather sit comfortably where they are and never find out the answer.
My idea with Ramatree evolved from this recognition, this journey of self discovery and I know that this is meant to be. This is what I am meant to be doing. Sailing on Delos has given me more than one person could ask for in a lifetime, I thank the Universe every day for what it has provided me on my journey and I feel extremely blessed in that sense. In some difficult ways, the path no longer resonated with my being. It served me well, Delos served its purpose in my life and lead me to where I am today, and I will continue with new horizons, new adventures, new discoveries, new challenges.
Ramatree is my whole tree of life, it encompasses everything I love to do and want to pursue and of course, like the ways of nature, it will change and evolve over time. But I can carry it through with me, a reminder of authenticity, accountability, integrity, a keeper of the balance. I am currently focusing on making handmade crafty jewellery, bohemian inspired clothing and a few other Gypsy Pirate bits and bobs. I have been writing a lot, which I always told myself I needed to do more often; I find calm and clarity in this way of expression. I have also been collecting, creating and collaborating – I find freedom when I am immersed in the creative zone, freeing my mind to wander the depths and levels of wherever it wants to go.
I will always carry Delos and her crew with me, how can I not? It is the foundations and roots for the growth of Ramatree. Delos is my home and her crew my family, the ocean, always my calling. I will still be editing Delos videos from the Indian Ocean season and I will still read, hear, see and enjoy all of your beautiful comments and posts. This transition from ocean to land has proven to be extremely difficult, of course, however I am excited and looking forward to what the future will bring for us all, so many exciting and wonderful opportunities and adventures to be had! We can broaden our horizons, together.
Speaking of broadening horizons, I’ve set up a few social platforms for Ramatree, if you’d like to just have a look, subscribe, like, follow, whatever you want to do, the links are below…
Much love and peace to you all. May the sunshine warm your souls, the rain wash your fears away and the wind forever fill your sails.
Keep it real,JosjeRamatree

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Ramatree facebook page.Regular Gypsy Pirate Updates – Click below

Ramatree Instagram.Creative Still Image feed – Click below

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