Sailing Phuket

Extreme Sailing, Phuket Philippines

"I think we should do something a little crazy in Bavaria," said Tony me over a gin and tonic at the bar of the hotel Banyan Tree Phuket. We drink quite regularly as it attracts other sailors, because of yachts having internally. "We were cruising around Phang Nga Bay for a month now, on and off, which was great, but it's so strong here - I need more of a challenge. "

"You're kidding you, boss?" I complained. "What could be better than island hopping around here with our best halves of decorating the yacht? Is the most beautiful tropical landscape of the planet."

"I knew you'd say this, but I made up my mind. I went down to the Philippines during the hurricane season for testing the boat against the actual winds. We never get any wind or waves any serious where near Phuket, only occasional grains. You remember that we are anchored behind Railay protected from? He was gone before anyone even vomit. Boring. "Hmmm, that's strange my memory must be playing tricks with me. "I replied." I could almost swear, when you were falling in the surf and turf Rayavadee land on Railay, you said something along the lines " ahhh, what happiness, life does not get much better than that, right? "

Tony is used to get what he wants and this case is no exception. He took some time to convince myself that it was not so bored of life in paradise that he wanted to end prematurely. He promised that we would stay away from any hurricane and managed to convince me that the boat was facing the challenge of getting a big storm and he knew how to care for her (which is as well, because I'm not a sailor, I'm just long-suffering body of his dogs - aka PA).

A few months later we headed down to the Philippines to find decent storms while dodging hurricanes. The team consisted of Tony, me and the nephew of Tony James, who claimed vast nautical knowledge. After a bit of (my way of outstanding cases) detoxification and rejuvenation at the resort of exquisite Borocay Tirta Spa, we sailed away under the quiet skies and moonlit beach improbably long-term decrease to zero behind us as a deep feeling of peaceful serenity constant over the boat and its occupants. Tony told us both to rest, so I turned and James in.

Unfortunately for James, he decided to strip first, then I just lay on a couch. This means that several hours later, when we awoke to heavy seas and the boat began to violently throw us around the cabin, it was a disadvantage because he was naked and unable to get dressed. Not that I felt so happy at the time: I've never been so sick in my life. I must have thrown a dozen times, until there was nothing left inside of me, but the bile until it felt like my heart is definitely with separate me at any time. Bavaria was launched around like a cork in a dishwasher. Up and down she went like an elevator supercharged. The glasses that I had failed to put away the night before have been thrown through the kitchen and they all broke, the growing problem of James, as he was barefoot and confined to his cabin broken glass all over the floor kitchen.

Tony is left in the cabin, followed by many saltwater He looked unwell, sunny and with blood on their hands (as he later told me, rope-burn). He went up the GPS Japanese, swore he struck with his fist, and then swore again. "I think we're running directly to a string of islands," he shouted, with a frightened, I had never seen his face before "but I'm not sure - the GPS is down. We need to turn right to the sea any more space and you need to help me do that. Go on deck with you now.