To my eighth grade sailing teacher…
This has been the view from my bedroom for the past few days. I’ve been sailing on the high seas around the Croatian islands, and when I say ‘high seas’ I mean incredibly calm crystal-blue waters and by ‘sailing’ I mean getting drunk with other Australians while a crew drives us around. When I signed up for Sail Croatia I hoped I could use all of the skills you taught me while we tried not to capsize in the Mooloolabah harbour (after all, I didn’t get teased and called a boy scout for knowing all the knots in Year 9 science for nothing), but alas these boats have not seen an actual jib for many a year. Being on a package holiday has been worlds apart from the solo-independent travel I usually strive for, and even though there’s more focus on getting drunk than experiencing any form of culture, it’s been a fun week. And I even got to tie a reef knot one time.
Over and out,