September 30, 2012
Saying Good Bye

September 15, 2012
Reflections on Our 27 Year Circumnavigation

September 01, 2012
Sea of Cortez Sailing

August 15, 2012
Back to the Sea of Cortez

August 01, 2012
After Circumnavigation: What to Take, What to Leave Behind

July 15, 2012
Mexican Booby Trap

July 01, 2012
Tackling the Tehuantepec

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

June 01, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

May 15, 2012
Costa Rican Cruising

May 01, 2012
New Found Friends in Golfito, Costa Rica

April 15, 2012
It’s a Jungle Out There

April 01, 2012
Hunting and Gathering in Panama

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

March 01, 2012
Feel Free Transits the Panama Canal

February 15, 2012
Transiting the Panama Canal

February 01, 2012
Feel Free is Back in the Pacific

January 15, 2012
Charter Skipper for a Week

January 01, 2012
Confessions of a Charter Cat Chef

December 15, 2011
Away to the Andamans Part 2

December 01, 2011

November 15, 2011
Sailing in a Freshwater Paradise

November 01, 2011
To Barf or not to Barf, that is the question

October 14, 2011
Remarkable Cruisers

October 03, 2011
The Sea of Cortez, Another World

September 15, 2011
Panama Canal Here We Come

September 01, 2011
Sailing for Humanity

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

August 01, 2011
Here Come the Lion Fish

July 15, 2011
The Joy of Books

July 01, 2011
The Sailors of San Blas

June 15, 2011
The Good Life in Kuna Yala

June 01, 2011
The Dirt Dweller in Paradise

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

May 01, 2011
Cruising in Kuna Yala

April 15, 2011
Near Disaster in the San Blas

April 01, 2011
At Last in the San Blas

March 15, 2011
Chilling Out in Cholon

March 01, 2011
Ah, Cartagena!

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

February 01, 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 01, 2010
Stuck in Curacao

November 15, 2010
Stormy Night Sailing

November 01, 2010
Sailing In The Sticks

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

October 04, 2010
Feel Free Transits The Suez Canal

September 15, 2010
Red Sea Sailing

September 01, 2010
FEEL FREEs Voyage Into the Red Sea

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

August 01, 2010
Bonaire Diving

July 15, 2010
Then To Bonaire

July 01, 2010
Cruising Remote Venezuelan Isles

June 15, 2010
Cruising St. Vincent

June 01, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

May 15, 2010
The Spice Isle

May 01, 2010
To the Grenadines

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

April 01, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part II

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

March 01, 2010
Provisioning for the Atlantic Crossing

February 15, 2010
Atlantic Crossing Preparations

February 01, 2010
Cruising the Canary Islands

January 15, 2010
Out Of Africa

January 01, 2010
Come With Me To The High Atlas Mountains.............

December 15, 2009
Two Years Of Mediterranean Sailing

December 01, 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 01, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del High-rise

September 15, 2009
Sailing The Spanish Isles

September 01, 2009
At Sea Or On The Hook, These Recipes Travel Well

August 15, 2009
An Interlude At Menorca

August 01, 2009
A Pleasant Passage To Menorca

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

July 01, 2009
Tripping Around Tunisia

June 15, 2009
Tales From North Africa

June 01, 2009
Dont Freak If Your Fridge Fails

May 15, 2009
Into Africa

May 01, 2009
Meandering Around Malta, Then Off To Tunisia

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

April 01, 2009
The Med Set A Few Cruiser Profiles

March 15, 2009
That Sinking Feeling

March 01, 2009
Thailand to Oman: Three Passages, Three Ports

February 15, 2009
Doing Hard Time in Malta

February 01, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 2

January 15, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 1

January 02, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

December 15, 2008
Cruising With The Bear

December 01, 2008
Versatile Vinegar, The Boaters Friend

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

November 01, 2008
Over The Top Of Oz

October 16, 2008
The Tumultuous Tasman

October 01, 2008
Sweet Memories Of The Splendid Surins

September 15, 2008
And Then We Were In Malta

September 01, 2008
Feel Frees Siracusan Story

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

August 01, 2008
All Tied Up In The Ionians

July 15, 2008
A Greek Odyssey Our Journey to Ithaca

July 01, 2008
Anatomy of a Near Catastrophe

June 15, 2008
Good-bye Turkey, Hello Greece

June 01, 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 01, 2008
Return to Marmaris, And The Budget

March 15, 2008
Passing Time And Dodging The Meltemi

March 01, 2008
Home Sweet Home

February 15, 2008
A Little Working, A Little Cruising

February 01, 2008
Working Our Way Around The World

January 15, 2008
Welcome Aboard Feel Free

January 01, 2008
Liz Tosonis and Tom Morkins Feel Free

January 01, 2008
About Tom Morkin and Liz Tosoni

January 01, 2008
About Feel Free

January 01, 2008
Voyage Itinerary

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

By Liz Tosoni

When you are at sea on a long distance passage, it’s easy to understand that the earth is ¾ water and that seen from space, our planet is blue.

Day after day we couldn’t help but marvel at the vast blue liquid desert of the Atlantic, and the Atlantic blue is just as blue as the Pacific and Indian Ocean blues, deep and iridescent, we discovered. Day followed day with no evidence that there were others besides ourselves alive on the planet. There was an infinity of cloudscapes, a dark dome above bursting with stars at night. Winds and seas were mostly kind, sometimes light, but never mean.

Then, there was another reality. It was 0200 hours on Day 14 of the passage. We had 15-20 knots of wind from the northeast and Feel Free was barreling along gaily at 6- 7 knots, seas were gentle. Dave was on watch while I was sleeping soundly in the aft cabin with the cooling breeze wafting over me through the open hatch. Perfect trade wind conditions, hence the sound sleep. Then suddenly, KERSPLASH!! A huge deluge (a rogue wave?) poured in through the hatch, pouncing on me like a wild animal, soaking me and all the bedding in seconds. What the hell…………. Where am I………….. oh… s h i t….. we’re sinking………. These were my thoughts during this most rude and scary awakening in the middle of that so far peaceful night.

The sheets and two side by side mattresses in the cabin were totally drenched with the warm salt water. I was like a drowned rat, shocked and annoyed as I darted out of the bed and came to my senses. “Dave, a wave broke into the cabin and I’m soaked!” I yelled out, into the cockpit. “Oh, really” replied Dave in his steady voice. No need for alarm, said the tone in his voice. He was the on watch guy and he knew that all was well aboard our little ship. I was immediately calmed. He hadn’t any idea that the disaster had occurred, hadn’t heard the crash. Sensing the commotion, Tom roused from his reverie in the quarter berth, his “on call” station, to help with the situation. We pulled out the dripping, sodden sheets and pillows, piled them up and tied them down on the after house, deciding to deal with the mattresses in the light of day. I rinsed myself off with fresh water, then curled up on the galley settee to try to get some shut-eye before my watch began.

Oh the joys of sailing! Times like these really make you question why you would choose such a life. Dawn arrived and the bedding and mattresses dried quickly in the dry tropical warmth. Fresh sheets and pillow cases were brought out, salty ones put away for laundering in port, and life was good again.

The endless task of shipboard activities went on as usual, always plenty to do. Boring it is not. Regardless of any inconveniences and setbacks along the way, the most important thing is to keep boat and crew fit and in good working order.

The key word is maintenance. Being the only floating object for hundreds of miles, you are always aware that you have to depend entirely on your own resources for everything. In the end though, we experienced only a few minor setbacks and few squalls during the entire 19 ½ day voyage.

When I think back on our passage, I recall the easy camaraderie of four ship mates; a pod of whales that joined us for a spell, swimming in pairs close alongside and under the boat; and I will always have vivid memories of all the fish we caught and the amazing variety of meals thanks to four ‘chefs de bateau’.

It is a curious thing among sailors that, almost as soon as you drop the land behind you, you are calculating the estimated time of arrival at your next port. You might be thoroughly enjoying every minute of the sail, but you are also trying to improve on your previous day's run in order to get to port as soon as possible, and with the best performance out of your boat. And so did we.

Every morning at 0900 we worked out the distance covered during the previous day and the distance yet to go.

And then there was the utter thrill of the landfall. A barely discernible smudge on the horizon gradually enlarged to emerge as a well defined shape, the low lying, green hump of Barbados.

I have to agree with Eric Hiscock who said in his Around the World in Wanderer III, “A successful landfall- and in spite of everything most of them are that- is surely the cruising man’s greatest moment. The feeling of satisfaction, achievement and elation is immense and, I believe, never stales no matter how often it may be experienced.” Even though he and his wife Susan made this same voyage back in the 1950s with not a bit of the technology we have today, the feeling upon arrival is still the same: sheer joy and a sense of accomplishment.

We rounded the south end of the pear shaped island and the ocean swell we’d experienced for almost three weeks disappeared, we dropped the hook in wide and open Carlisle Bay off Bridgetown, the capital of Barbados, and immediately popped a bottle of bubbly to toast our arrival.

How quaint to read about the Hiscocks’ clearance procedures nearly 60 years ago: “At 6 a.m. an immaculate and smartly handled launch brought the port doctor off to us. ‘Welcome to Barbados’, was his greeting as he stepped aboard. The granting of pratique took only a few minutes, for the doctor seemed already to know a lot about Wanderer and us, and that was the only formality throughout our stay at the island.” They were promptly made honorary members of the Aquatic Club and were driven everywhere and treated royally throughout their stay.

In our case, it was a matter of entering a swelly cruise ship terminal next morning once permission was granted to enter, and tying up as Feel Free swayed back and forth drunkenly with the surge. All three of Feel Free’s guys were needed to fend off the swell while I leaped ashore with my wobbly sea legs, to do the check-in with health, immigration and customs officials. 90 minutes, frayed nerves and one broken cleat later, our welcome was complete and we were ready to enjoy our visit.

Being just one yacht crew among hundreds that arrive in Barbados every year, we weren’t wined and dined by locals as the Hiscocks had been. We did however, have a fine time on our first Caribbean island, but how could we not?!

The bliss of diving into those warm tropical waters would be hard to match. And of course, it was heavenly just being at anchor, watching a new world go by after 19 days of being at sea.

And then, the palm trees swaying to the trade wind breezes, the white sand beaches, the green, rolling hills and of course, the rum, world famous Mount Gay Rum. Dave introduced us to the “Dark and Stormy” consisting of dark rum and ginger beer- very smooth, mellow and very tasty.

In 1751, at the age of 19, George Washington accompanied his older brother Lawrence, to Barbados. Doctors had recommended a change of climate for Lawrence who was suffering from tuberculosis, and Barbados was considered to be the healthiest place in the world at the time. They stayed for seven weeks and it was the only place outside the U.S. that Washington ever visited. In his diary, he described dinner invitations, horseback riding in the countryside, fireworks and visits to the theatre.

We didn’t have much info on Barbados so it was interesting to learn that in the 1700s, Boston and Bridgetown were the two most important cities in the Americas!

Like Mr. Washington, we found lots of interest things to do in Barbados. We took local transport to get a glimpse of the green countryside and the local communities. With its British heritage, Bridgetown itself looks a little like a small English town architecturally, but feels Caribbean with its colorful fruit and vegetable stalls lining the streets, roti stands, lively fish market and stately “Bajans”, welcoming us with their lilting accents and easy manner.








Flying fish is a specialty dish and the fish market is alive with flying fish vendors and fish vendors of all sorts. You would not believe there are still lots of fish in the sea when you behold the fish in the Bridgetown market!
But as much as we liked it in Barbados, our stay was to be a short one as the anchorage is not ideal- wide open and can be very rolly. We said our sad farewells to Gus and David as they headed back home to the chilly north and after being a family of four aboard Feel Free for over a month, we became a family of two once again and it was time to move on. Next stop: Bequia in the Grenadine Islands, a mere 100 miles to the west.
Grenadine Stamp