Two days at the sea

11-11
Day at sea

First four days of crossing from Azores to Bermuda, through the Atlantic were pretty smooth. On day five, we have lost one of the stabilizer. The purpose of stabilizers,is to reduce the rocking motion, help ship to move more smoothly, and cut down the chance of seasickness for passengers in our eighty thousand tone ship, Sea Lion, with 1250 costumers and 950 crewmembers on the board.
To help reduce rocking motion, Captain decided to cut down our speed from 24 knots to 16knots, but still, ship was rocking, especially in the night time.

Most of the evenings-nights we were sipping with my girlfrien in our crew cabin Mr. Heineken, but that specific night, we opened Mr. Jack. With one of my clumsy movement, I’ve poured Jack on my Asian friend-Toshiba, which she did not like it. After that attack, she decided, not to stay with me any more longer. It was very sad for me, after those few years together, side by side. The only memory, which I kept was one little box ,hard drive .

Long days at sea were filled with trainings and preparation for USPH (United States Public Health) and US. Coast guard, with extra boat drills, which is crew practice of boarding at predetermined points, in case of evacuation from the ship, since Captain, was expecting those two visitors, first day in Miami.


16-11
Bermudas
After Crossing over 2,500 nautical miles across the Atlantic, we finally moored in the early morning to the island Bermuda, in the Hamilton harbor, which is still long distant from downtown.
Unlucky, we’ve missed last ferry from harbor to downtown, so we decided to just walk-around and we ended up in the, local pub. We enjoyed some local style chicken wings with local crafted beer and I have to put in this logbook, that everything was so, expensive.

Bermuda is known for given the name of the shorts " Bermuda " (at least in Europe) and also the Bermuda Triangle ,since many ships got lost in the past, because of unknown navigation system problems. Maybe, that was the reason, that we were crossing Atlantic, almost in “L” shape, which mean,we were sailing to the island from very top, far away from unaccountable triangle spot.

The island is in the shape of an elongated crescent, which falls within the UK territory. Currency is Bermudas dollar, pretty much the equivalent of US dollar. Island produces nothing , completely nothing, maybe short Bermudas, but everything else is imported.

We remain with our ship overnight in the main dock. Almost the entire crew is after midnight on the mainland at a local bar , where they were enjoying a sense of freedom..

The Hut above Aspen

The Hut Above Aspen

September has come to our colorful forest

It is early fall, the end of Indian summer.

In the world of meanings, I had to escape..

I sitting in my twelve foot square hut

built from lodge pole Pine wood

It’s early morning, the birds sing,

the leaves sway,

and water murmurs over the rock,

flashing Rocky mountain forest

I watch my mirror lightly swinging on the

broken wall.

My rifle is loaded for sunrise elk hunt.

November has come to our grey forest.

It is early winter, begging of short cloudy days

I sitting in my hut, deep in dark woods, built by

Soldiers from 7^th Mountain Division.

Low clouds hang from the mountains,

while the forest is filled with fog like clotted cream.

I watch through my large Alaskan window that never

ending winter art.

My skies are sharp for first summit push

March has come to our white forest.

It’s begging of spring, sleepy forest is wakening up

I sitting in my hut and  smoking cigar.

Snow is melting down, finding its way

down from peeks, gathering together to small stream,

small stream to bigger stream, bigger stream to creek

creek throughout the valley, the valley of fallen logs

from long winter, to Rocky mountain river

I watch my fireplace, my heart is on fire..

My skies are ready for last summit push

Its summer of two thousand twelve

July has come to our green forest

It is deep summer, sweaty warm, nothing moves, not even clouds

I sitting outside of my hut, resting my legs after long hike,

while the stars move over my head,

Its early night, I walked along the stream,

through the woods and meadows, full of flowers

I played with a frog in the pool and then chased the newts.

I watch from my porch a snake skin lying on the stone,

My fishing rod is prepared for morning catch.

In the world of meanings I feel free..