September 30, 2012
Saying Good Bye

September 15, 2012
Reflections on Our 27 Year Circumnavigation

September 1, 2012
Sea of Cortez Sailing

August 15, 2012
Back to the Sea of Cortez

August 1, 2012
After Circumnavigation: What to Take, What to Leave Behind

July 15, 2012
Mexican Booby Trap

July 1, 2012
Tackling the Tehuantepec

June 14, 2012
Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico

June 1, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

May 15, 2012
Costa Rican Cruising

May 1, 2012
New Found Friends in Golfito, Costa Rica

April 15, 2012
It’s a Jungle Out There

April 1, 2012
Hunting and Gathering in Panama

March 15, 2012
Money.... Money.... Money

March 1, 2012
Feel Free Transits the Panama Canal

February 15, 2012
Transiting the Panama Canal

February 1, 2012
Feel Free is Back in the Pacific

January 15, 2012
Charter Skipper for a Week

January 1, 2012
Confessions of a Charter Cat Chef

December 15, 2011
Away to the Andamans Part 2

December 1, 2011

November 15, 2011
Sailing in a Freshwater Paradise

November 1, 2011
To Barf or not to Barf, that is the question

October 14, 2011
Remarkable Cruisers

October 3, 2011
The Sea of Cortez, Another World

September 15, 2011
Panama Canal Here We Come

September 1, 2011
Sailing for Humanity

August 15, 2011
A Hard Lesson on the Hard and Reflections on Boat Work

August 1, 2011
Here Come the Lion Fish

July 15, 2011
The Joy of Books

July 1, 2011
The Sailors of San Blas

June 15, 2011
The Good Life in Kuna Yala

June 1, 2011
The Dirt Dweller in Paradise

May 15, 2011
People of the San Blas, Then and Now

May 1, 2011
Cruising in Kuna Yala

April 15, 2011
Near Disaster in the San Blas

April 1, 2011
At Last in the San Blas

March 15, 2011
Chilling Out in Cholon

March 1, 2011
Ah, Cartagena!

February 15, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 2

February 1, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 1

January 14, 2011
Aruban Interlude

December 30, 2010
Hunkering Down for a Hurricane

December 15, 2010
A Day in the Life - Our Passage to Aruba

December 1, 2010
Stuck in Curacao

November 15, 2010
Stormy Night Sailing

November 1, 2010
Sailing In The Sticks

October 15, 2010
Safety, Security and Circumnavigating with some tips on how to stay safe

October 4, 2010
Feel Free Transits The Suez Canal

September 15, 2010
Red Sea Sailing

September 1, 2010
FEEL FREEs Voyage Into the Red Sea

August 15, 2010
And just a little further, to Curacao

August 1, 2010
Bonaire Diving

July 15, 2010
Then To Bonaire

July 1, 2010
Cruising Remote Venezuelan Isles

June 15, 2010
Cruising St. Vincent

June 1, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

May 15, 2010
The Spice Isle

May 1, 2010
To the Grenadines

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

April 1, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part II

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

March 1, 2010
Provisioning for the Atlantic Crossing

February 15, 2010
Atlantic Crossing Preparations

February 1, 2010
Cruising the Canary Islands

January 15, 2010
Out Of Africa

January 1, 2010
Come With Me To The High Atlas Mountains.............

December 15, 2009
Two Years Of Mediterranean Sailing

December 1, 2009
Moving On To Morocco

November 18, 2009
Leaving The Med

November 13, 2009
Reaching The Rock Of Gibraltar Milestone

October 15, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del Sol

October 1, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del High-rise

September 15, 2009
Sailing The Spanish Isles

September 1, 2009
At Sea Or On The Hook, These Recipes Travel Well

August 15, 2009
An Interlude At Menorca

August 1, 2009
A Pleasant Passage To Menorca

July 15, 2009
The Agony And Ecstasy Of The Tunisian Coast

July 1, 2009
Tripping Around Tunisia

June 15, 2009
Tales From North Africa

June 1, 2009
Dont Freak If Your Fridge Fails

May 15, 2009
Into Africa

May 1, 2009
Meandering Around Malta, Then Off To Tunisia

April 15, 2009
Low-Tech DIY Ideas For The New Economy

April 1, 2009
The Med Set A Few Cruiser Profiles

March 15, 2009
That Sinking Feeling

March 1, 2009
Thailand to Oman: Three Passages, Three Ports

February 15, 2009
Doing Hard Time in Malta

February 1, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 2

January 15, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 1

January 2, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

December 15, 2008
Cruising With The Bear

December 1, 2008
Versatile Vinegar, The Boaters Friend

November 15, 2008
What I Did In This Summer -- Dock Masters In paradise

November 1, 2008
Over The Top Of Oz

October 16, 2008
The Tumultuous Tasman

October 1, 2008
Sweet Memories Of The Splendid Surins

September 15, 2008
And Then We Were In Malta

September 1, 2008
Feel Frees Siracusan Story

August 15, 2008
The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

August 1, 2008
All Tied Up In The Ionians

July 15, 2008
A Greek Odyssey Our Journey to Ithaca

July 1, 2008
Anatomy of a Near Catastrophe

June 15, 2008
Good-bye Turkey, Hello Greece

June 1, 2008
More Winter Cruising in Turkey

May 15, 2008
Winter Cruising in Turkey

April 15, 2008
Talking Turkey: Marmaris Marina Living

April 15, 2008
The Joy Of The Side Trip

April 1, 2008
Return to Marmaris, And The Budget

March 15, 2008
Passing Time And Dodging The Meltemi

March 1, 2008
Home Sweet Home

February 15, 2008
A Little Working, A Little Cruising

February 1, 2008
Working Our Way Around The World

January 15, 2008
Welcome Aboard Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Liz Tosonis and Tom Morkins Feel Free

January 1, 2008
About Tom Morkin and Liz Tosoni

January 1, 2008
About Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Voyage Itinerary

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

By Tom Morkin

Blue skies, good forecast- Barbados or bust! So Liz recorded in the logbook minutes before we weighed anchor to set off for our 2,800 mile voyage from Las Palmas, Gran Canaria in the Canary Islands to Barbados- our longest passage to date.

Remarkably, the usual pre-trip collection of butterflies that normally resides in our stomachs seemed to be oddly asleep for this departure. Their lassitude may possibly have been explained by a number of things: 2009 had been a year of few Atlantic hurricanes and hurricane season should have been finished; our routing would take us well north of the equatorial Atlantic- an area renowned for squally winds, fluky winds and thunderstorm activity, and the route was to take us dead downwind. Last and certainly not least, we had our good, long time buds and experienced sailors David and Gus aboard.

We were pleased to be a crew of four experienced sailors. Sleep deprivation would not be an issue as it normally is when sailing short handed. However, after years of just Liz and me alone on the boat on passages, how would we feel about two extra bodies in our sailing home for over a month? Well, we were about to find out.

The wind gods smiled upon us as we departed Las Palmas. Right out of the gate a 15 knot northeaster sent us on our downwind way at six to seven knots with just the jib poled out to starboard. It had long been my intention to do a long downwind voyage without using our mainsail. Running downwind with mainsail and jib is a comfortable point of sail but disaster is just one helmsperson’s mistake and a jibe away in 20 to 25 plus knots of wind.

Over the years I‘ve gone to some effort to install another headsail so we could run twin jibs, each poled out on either side of the boat. So at 20 knots from the stern we set the second pole and hoisted a second headsail. We immediately picked up another knot as the boat responded to the 40% increase in sail area. Beautiful! I exclaimed thinking how effortless this passage would be.

For the first week, only Dave, Gus and Liz stood watch, three hours on, six hours off while yours truly stood no watches, but was on call for any sail changes or problems that could develop at night. Dave put together this handy dandy watch schedule.

It was David who rained on my parade. The smaller pole is about to break. It’s got a big bend in it at the outboard end. If we don’t drop the sail, we’ll break it! he pointed out. The second pole was much too lightweight for the loads imposed by such a big sail. So down went the second jib and up went the mainsail and on we went wing and wing after all.

After the first week as Dave and Gus became more familiar with the boat systems, everyone seemed happy with the arrangement and we all got enough sleep.

As promised, Gus had his encounter with ‘mal de mer’ as he always does the first couple of days on passages. For two days he was ‘off’ with little or no appetite and queasy stomach, but remarkably, you’d never have known it as he was always on hand, like an ever ready battery bunny, for sail adjustments, cooking, cleaning and of course his watches. The rest of the crew was in awe of his ability to ‘keep on truckin’ despite illness. In fact, if he hadn’t mentioned it, we would never have known he was feeling sick.


To make matters worse, those first three days, we were in constant fix-it mode. Dave, Gus and I spent hours on the foredeck splicing the bent whisker pole with a piece of stainless steel pipe and various pieces of teak, along with scores of yards of light line used for lashing, while Liz stood watch. In the end, we did get a useable, very colorful and no doubt unique whisker pole. Form follows function, right!

Next, it was the second jib. The sail hanks which hold the jib to the stay were ripping away from the sail. Back up to the foredeck to put new grommets into the sail cloth to hold the hanks. For hours the boys turned the foredeck into an outdoor sail loft until the second jib was ready to hoist again.

Our first couple of days were blessed with constant east northeast winds, puffer clouds and a moderate six foot swell from astern. Nights were illuminated by an almost full moon and a sky filled with stars. We were cruising at about six knots, averaging 145 to 150 miles a day. It was on day four that we arrived in ‘mahi mahi ville’.

Mahi mahi (meaning ‘strong strong’ in Hawaiian), also known as dorado, dolphin fish or masi masi, is a beautifully colorful fish that travels the warm waters of the world in pairs. We landed and ate 16 of these creatures during the passage and more often than not, we caught two at a time. Here, Dave is holding the male while I’m holding the female. Liz is holding a male too.

Time after time, we hooked one, and then its mate immediately after. We’ve heard reports from fellow cruisers of catching only one mahi mahi and having its mate follow the boat for hours. There was never a protein deficiency on the trip and even eating mahi three times a day in a multitude of formats, we never tired of it.

Our diesel generator swallowed an unhealthy amount of salt water and one night it decided to take itself out of service for the duration. That left only four solar panels and the main engine’s alternator to power the boat’s electrical demands. Unless we wanted to run the engine just to make electricity, which we didn’t, we had to cut our power usage. Something had to go. We quickly decided we’d rather use the autopilot than drink cold beer so off went the fridge. But, what about all the fish? No problem, we’ll dry it. At that point, the fish drying facility commenced. (See sidebar for details.)

Fish drying (Sidebar) 1) Cut filets into long, thin sections. 2) Soak filets in marinade of soy sauce, ginger, garlic and sugar. 3) Hang to dry in the trade wind breeze.
If the fish is caught late in the day, sprinkle salt on the filets, enough to draw water from the flesh. Next morning, rehydrate to flush out the salt and hang filets in the breeze. Once dry, we left dried fish hanging, to be snacked upon at one’s leisure.

Only one week into the trip and we had more than our share of gear failures. In addition to the bent whisker pole and the ripping sail hanks on the second jib, the stitching on the UV cover (the one foot wide strip of cloth that protects the sail from ultraviolet rays when the sail is furled) of the furling jib began to unravel and was threatening to pull away from the sail.

One block broke but most dramatic was the rather spectacular BANG! as the winch to the preventer broke off its mount and hit Dave square on the shoulder.

Unhurt but shocked in the extreme, he apparently had never been hit by a flying winch. The winch, original gear on the 39 year old boat used stainless bolts in the aluminum body. In a salt water environment, mixing dissimilar metals leads to galvanic corrosion with this inevitable outcome.

Even my trusty iPod failed, leaving us music-less in the mid Atlantic, quite a loss on those long night watches, when having music makes the watch so much more enjoyable.

One thing that didn’t fail was our SSB radio. This long distance radio made it possible to participate in the twice daily radio networks. The morning net called the ‘Madlantic Net’ started at 0800 UTC. Each morning a radio controller would start the net and invite approximately 20 of the boats that were doing the same trip to report their position, any problems, medical or mechanical and weather conditions. Finally, the frequency is open to boat to boat traffic, which allows you to chat about anything and everything, in addition to the above mentioned topics, including routing, strategies, daily progress, gear breakage, bragging about fish caught etc. Gord of the Canadian Boat Ascension, even started a comedy segment. We were all asked to complete the following sentence…… You know you’re a cruiser when…………

You know you are a cruiser when…………………………….

1) Your kids can tie a bowline but not shoe laces

2) You’ve never bought so few books but read so many

3) Your crew offers up his old clothes for boat rags, but they end up in your own wardrobe

4) Discussing problems about your head at the dinner table is socially acceptable

5) You haven’t had a barber cut your hair in 20 years

Next time I’ll fill you in on the second half of the voyage.