Jackson Jambalaya

So you think your life sucks. You're about to find out how much it really sucks. Meet Alex, a Euro. Alex meets girl. A few weeks later they sell everything they own and buy a sailboat. They have spent the last several years sailing from Europe to the Caribbean to Florida. Did I mention he picked up sponsors along the way? The couple naturally has a blog chronicling their um, endeavors. Can you really call this an endeavor?  Warning: Some of the pics are not safe for work, children, or San Francisco Democrats. If you are feeling particularly dangerous, check out the February 2012 posts. Here is some video of their travels:




Description attached to video: This was our recent sailing passage from St Andrés to Florida. The trip started out fairly intense with 20-25 knots of wind and 8-10 foot seas. On the second day, the wind died out and sea remained still for four long days. Of course, we run out of diesel and despite our efforts of making use of the whole sail wardrobe, we didn't accomplish more than perhaps 50 n miles per day during those four calm days. On the fifth day the wind picked up again and unfortunately I don't have the action recorded anywhere except in my mind, but there were heavy and very active thunder storms surrounding us for the final three days before we arrived in the US. A tanker a mile away from us got hit by the lightning and we thank our lucky stars that it was there right in that time, otherwise we would have probably been struck and I doubt our boat would have handled it as well as the cargo did.

Also very glad for all the animal company we had the pleasure to experience during this sail, the dolphins, the minke whales (I think it was minke whales?), the boobie bird resting for the night on our solar panels and the massive amount of flying fish finding their way to deck. It was an interesting experience diving into the water of 5000 meter depth, in the middle of the calm Caribbean sea. Because of the strong currents of the gulf stream, the boat was still moving forward at 1,2 knots and made it almost impossible for me to swim back to the ladder... good exercise indeed!

The last 300 miles went fast as we caught the strongest part of the gulf stream and could rapidly push forward, clocking 240 n miles in the final 24 hours.

So yeah, that's right, while you are stuck slaving away at the office or saving up to go hang out on the redneck riviera, this guy meets hot girl, gets sailboat, gets sponsors, and takes her all over the tropics. Like a boss.