I’ve been on several sailboats of varying shapes and sizes over the course of my life. Well, three in total now if memory serves me. Sailing on Adiona is a very distinct experience from the other two boats I have been on.
Its much larger for a start. Three people can live on it in moderate comfort. There’s the usual facilities of a house on board. A small kitchen, bathrooms. Even showers, though the ever breaking nature of the sailboat has kept me from being able to use the boat’s shower so far. Two queen size beds, a small fridge and freezer.
The constant repairs is something to get used to. I had heard many stories from dad already about the seemingly fragile nature of some of the boat’s electronics. But it seems like every day something new breaks, or something thought repaired breaks all over again. Its nothing major, we still have water to drink, food to eat and a boat that floats.
As for the actual sailing aspect of it all, we had a rather rough start trying to sail our way upwind. Hopping from one beautiful Bahamian island to the next. Some days were more motoring than sailing but it wasn’t my diesel being burned so I didn’t really mind. I was surprised at how brilliantly clear most of the water is here. Even in water six meters deep you can peer over the edge of the boat and see sand through the teal lens of the ocean water.
Some of the tourist attractions seemed a bit strange, an island full of pigs being one of them. Its funny that despite seeing sharks and swimming in the water with schools of barracuda, pigs have proven to be far more dangerous. The island pigs were accustomed to tourists. Many of them run out into the water when they hear the engine of a boat approaching. Lots of people, us included, bring scraps of food to feed the pigs. One of the larger bastards that learned to open its mouth and lean back when people were near took to following me around, and as I tried to toss something to another pig he bit at my hand. Drawing blood and bruising the finger he bit pretty bad. He also stole the scrap of food from the other pig I was trying to throw it too.
That’s been the only remotely serious injury. And when i say he drew blood I mean I had a one centimeter cut on my finger. Really it was my pride that was wounded.
This is already starting to drag on, and I need things to tell people when I get back so I’ll leave it here. This is my last day in the Bahamas, I’ll miss all of the majestic desert islands and the iridescent shallow waters. But I’m looking forward to the next leg of my adventure.
Quinn Huckerby
Oh Quinneth- even kn vacation you have to do homework!!! But you are a good son for indulging your Dad and Maggie by doing a blog post. 😉. I am so glad to are having a good time and hopefully learning how to Fix things. I have many jobs for you when you get back. Love Aunty Kyla
Hi Quinn, really enjoyed your blog, quite the bloody experience with the pig though 😏. We’re still in Covid-19 luck down, hoping it will end soon. We are thankful for the great summer weather and the big yard we’re spending most of our time outside, love it!
We’re so happy for you having the opportunity to experience this great sailing journey with your dad and Maggie! Wish you an awesome time sailing to 🇵🇦, enjoy the moments!!
Hugs Denise
Oh Quinn! How great to hear from you. I am so glad to hear that your greatest danger was only a pig bite! Mind you, he could have taken your arm off! Don’t forget that I know about pigs!
The Bahamas sound lovely. So glad that you have had the chance to experience it from a sail boat!
Hope you get good winds for the rest of the journey. Can’t wait to have you all home and safe again.
Love Gramma.