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Sailing Tuscany, Kas (2026)

25/02/2026

Hi everyone 👋

We’ll be sailing Tuscany with us for the last time this April — from Licata (Sicily) to Preveza (Greece).

Looking for 2–3 experienced crew to join us for some amazing island hopping and good sailing vibes.

Costs will be shared expenses.
If you’re keen or want more details, just shout 🙂

11/09/2025

It’s not easy to write these words, but our time of sailing has come to an end. What began as an adventure quickly became a way of life, and along the way we found not just beautiful places, but beautiful people—our sailing family.

Together, we shared anchorages under the stars, storms that tested us, meals that warmed us, and countless little moments that became memories. These waters gave us freedom, but you gave us belonging.

As we close this chapter, we carry with us the love, laughter, and lessons we’ve shared. Though we’re stepping off the boat, you will always remain part of our journey.

Fair winds to each of you, until our paths cross again.
Some memories from Italy 🇮🇹

28/04/2025

Scootering Through Time: My Epic Journey to Epidauros

After visiting Epidauros multiple times during the sailing season (I’m practically on a first-name basis with the local stray cats), you’d think I’d have ticked off the main attraction—the legendary ancient amphitheatre. But no. Thanks to the mysterious disappearance of buses in pre- and post-season (probably off doing tourist gigs in Santorini) and taxis charging prices like they’re powered by unicorn tears, I never made it.

Enter: my noble steed. Not a horse, not even a donkey. No, my chariot of choice was far more majestic—my brand-new electric scooter. Sleek, silent, and just smug enough to make cyclists jealous, it was finally time to put it to the test. 16 km there and back? Challenge accepted.

Armed with courage, a full charge, and a slight nervous twitch, I zipped off. Through highways, byways, and goat-staring sideways, I clung to my handlebars like a gladiator in a coliseum of traffic. Trucks thundered past. Buses breathed down my neck. I’m convinced I now have a permanent breeze-blown expression.

But did I make it? Oh yes. Slightly buzzed (me, not the scooter), mildly wind-swept, but undefeated. Because when you arrive at Epidauros, the amphitheatre is just the opening act.

This place isn’t just an ancient stage—it’s an entire city. Built around the 4th century BC, Epidauros was the wellness retreat of the ancient world. Think: yoga retreats, but with more statues and fewer green smoothies. It was home to the Sanctuary of Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine, where people came from all over to be healed. Basically, the ancient Mayo Clinic.

And the amphitheatre? Oh, she’s a beauty. Acoustics so good, you could probably hear a whisper from the top row saying, “Did I leave the olive oil on?” And just when I thought I’d seen it all—bam! An athletics stadium with grandstands. Because nothing says ‘healing’ like running full pelt in sandals.

I wandered through the ruins, completely captivated. Imagining the crowds, the ceremonies, the chants, the drama—both theatrical and interpersonal. I marvelled at the buildings and felt a weird kinship with the ancient people. After all, we both made epic journeys—mine just had fewer chariots and more Google Maps.

Another bucket list item well and truly ticked. And if my scooter’s up for it, who knows what’s next? Delphi? Apollo? Or just a nice flat road and a bakery.

17/04/2025

Back to the Blue: Boat Work, Blowouts, and a Lap Cat

Boat work to get us back on the sea—back on Tuscany, our flamingo on stilts. Yes, there she was, towering awkwardly over the yard like a bird trying to impress a mate, except the only thing she was wooing was a growing list of to-dos.

Where to begin? Wait! No—first things first—we got scooters. Not just any scooters, electric scooters. Naturally, I started researching range and efficiency like a responsible adult. But then—bam! I stumbled upon how to override the speed limit. From 25km/h to 45km/h? Yes, please. I was grinning like I’d just found secret chocolate in the pantry.

Alright, goggles on. Time to get dirty. We installed a washing machine—because who doesn’t want fresh laundry while floating on the Med? Sanded the hull (hello, upper body workout), raised the waterline, slapped on some primer, then painted the bottom. Painted the prop too, so now it spins and sparkles. New fender covers? Check. Teak deck? Oiled up like a Greek god. Washed the boat , serviced the outboard, and put in a new choke—because the old one was choking more than starting.

Oh, and then we casually hoisted a guy up the mast to change the antenna. My anxiety was swinging up there with him. I pretended to be calm but was mentally writing his eulogy. Thankfully, all limbs returned intact, and he got a pat on the back.

But the list, oh the list, it never ends. It’s the kind of work that nobody sees—unless you count the pile of empty paint cans and my collection of mystery bruises.

Still, between the sanding and swearing, I managed a few soul-saving moments. I visited the Christos Kapralos museum—his art just hits different. I made it to Aegina for a shop wander (read: I touched everything and bought nothing) and treated myself to an ice cream because boat work burns calories, right?

We even went to a sleepy little village called Souvala for gyros. There, a kitty climbed onto my lap and refused to leave. I considered bringing her home and naming her Captain Fluff, I'm sure Fluffy the dingy would not be impressed.

Then—launch day. The grand moment. We were loaded onto the trailer, spirits high... and then BOOM. Tire blowout. Tuscany was going nowhere fast. Back on stilts. Again. Third time’s the charm? We switched to another tractor and trailer, held our breath, and—success! Into the swing, and splash! We were back in the water. Smooth entry, no drama—until, of course, the transducer started leaking. I stared at it like it had betrayed me personally. But a quick tighten and it was sorted. Just a little drama to keep it interesting.

And off we went—motoring our way to Epidauros with smiles on our faces and the sweet, salty breeze in our hair.

Back on the water. Back to sunsets and scooter rides. Back to our salty little floating home.

04/04/2025

"7 Bags, 5 Legs, and a Boat Called Tuscany: A 24-Hour Odyssey"

After 24 hours of planes, buses, ferries, and a suitcase with a mind of its own, we’ve finally made it back to Tuscany — no, not the Italian countryside — our Tuscany, our beloved yacht currently perched on stilts like a flamingo waiting to get back in the water.

Leg 1: The Great Escape (Cape Town to Addis Ababa)

It all began with an Uber ride to Cape Town International. Why Uber? Because apparently no one in the family owns a vehicle large enough to accommodate 2 backpacks, 2 hand luggages, 1 medium suitcase, and 2 large suitcases. Did I mention we’re traveling for six months? Yeah — it’s not baggage, it’s luggage with commitment issues.

We arrived at the airport and for a blissful moment, it was smooth sailing. Trolleys were waiting, luggage dropped without a single hiccup, and passport control waved us through. A rare unicorn of an airport experience.

Then came our flight. Packed like sardines (no open seats, because why would there be?), we settled in for 7.5 hours of in-flight entertainment and leg cramps. At least the movie selection was decent. Miraculously, we landed on time in Addis Ababa and braced ourselves for the next stampede: airport security.

We moved through security like cattle on a mission, hooves — I mean, feet — pounding the ground. But somehow, we made it to our gate with time to spare and even managed to send out a few "we’re alive" texts.

Leg 2: Addis to Athens – The Semi-Comfort Shuffle

Luck was finally on our side — Mark and I scored a row with a middle seat left gloriously empty. In economy, that’s the equivalent of a winning lottery ticket. But before we could celebrate, sleep played a cruel game of hide and seek. While others drifted off, we tossed, turned, elbowed each other, and eventually just gave up. I finally managed an hour of shuteye — naturally, right before landing. Woken by the seatbelt sign, I groggily shuffled off the plane like a jet-lagged zombie.

No rush now, we took our sweet time strolling to baggage claim — and like magic, all our luggage made it. Reunited and it felt so good.

Leg 3: Bus Ride Bonanza

Next up, the bus to the ferry terminal. A puzzle of seven pieces of luggage and one wheelchair section, but fear not — we came prepared with ratchet straps like the true professionals we are. Luggage secure, we enjoyed the ride. Getting off the bus was another circus act, but we survived.

A short walk to the ferry? More like a short struggle — especially when my suitcase decided it was a free spirit and veered off into traffic. Thankfully, Mark came to the rescue (as always) and retrieved it like a heroic luggage whisperer.

Leg 4: The Ferry to Aegina – Coffee and Calm (Finally)

Dragging our rogue luggage up the ferry ramp was a mini workout, but a kind young gentleman offered to help and restored my faith in humanity. Once onboard, it was coffee time — a glorious, much-needed moment of peace as we glided towards Aegina. Our energy restored, we tackled the disembark with steely resolve and more help from generous strangers.

Leg 5: Aegina to Tuscany – The Final Boss Level

We were almost there. All we had to do was get across the cobblestone ferry dock. Easy, right? WRONG. The cobblestones were there solely to test our endurance — and my suitcase, ever the diva, threw a full-blown tantrum halfway across, complete with a dramatic fall to the ground. I picked it up with the grace of someone who has absolutely had enough, and trudged on.

Finally, the taxis appeared like a mirage. A few kind souls helped with the final loading, and we were off to Kanonis Boatyard.

Now for the final push: getting seven suitcases onto the yacht Tuscany, currently sitting high and dry on stilts. With help from the trusty dinghy davits, each bag was hoisted up like a prized fish. Then, it was my turn to scale the ladder — one last challenge between me and sweet, sweet horizontal rest.

Mission complete. Tuscany is now officially back in our lives, and so is our back pain.

13/03/2025

Hi all
Long time since our last update
After 4 months back in South Africa we are wrapping things up and getting ready for sailing season 2025
We bought lots of extras for the boat like a DC to DC charger a washing machine electric scooters karaoke mics and .....
I hope we don't get I to trouble with over weight 🙈
Here is or general plans for sailing season
April prep boat and launch mid April and sail towards Italy hopefully we enter Italy around 1st of May and work our way towards Sicily maybe a quick visit to Malta then Sardinia and Corsica on the east coast and from there back south along west coast of Italy via Napols and Amelfi coast to winter in Sicily
As usual we hope some of u join us to enjoy Italys amazing sailing grouds and if not don't forget to follow us on social media
Until the next time stay safe and see u soon

11/02/2025

Croatia: The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (and a Little Bit of the Quirky)

We said goodbye to Montenegro with heavy hearts—oh, how we loved that rugged gem! But with our anchor hoisted and our adventurous spirit intact, we sailed on to explore Croatia. And let me tell you, this journey was a delightful blend of history, humor, and a few unexpected surprises.

Anchors Aweigh (and Beware of the €60 “Mafia” Fee!)

Our first stop was more of a “caveat” than a destination, Cavtat, Rumor had it that Croatia was paradise for sailors, yet our trusty Navily app warned us that dropping anchor in some bays would cost a cool €60. Sounds like we’d just joined an exclusive yacht club run by a mafia, right? No way—we promptly steered our anchor to a free bay a few miles up, leaving the “anchor fees” (and their mysterious overlords) behind.

Vis: The Hidden Gem & Impromptu Greek Island

Next, we set our course for the island of Vis—a place that has managed to keep its secret for centuries. Known for its captivating coves and crystal-clear waters, Vis also earned a spot on the silver screen. Yes, you read that right! The second “Mamma Mia” was filmed here, with Croatia masquerading as a Greek island. One minute you’re marveling at history, the next you’re wondering if you’re on a movie set. Fun fact: Once a restricted military base during the Yugoslav era, Vis holds layers of history beneath its sun-soaked exterior, making it all the more enchanting.

Split: Where Roman Legions and Modern Day Vibes Collide

After our cinematic detour, we sailed on to Split—a city that feels like a living museum. Wandering through its ancient streets, you can almost hear the whispers of Roman soldiers echoing from Diocletian’s Palace, which dates all the way back to the 4th century. This UNESCO World Heritage site isn’t just a relic; it’s the beating heart of the city, with lively alleys, quirky cafés, and a palpable sense of history around every corner. It’s a place where centuries-old stones meet modern-day laughter, and every alley tells a story.

Crew Upgrade: John and the Marvel of the Water Maker

No voyage is complete without a bit of onboard ingenuity, and that’s where our new mate, John from the USA, came in. With his trusty water maker membrane and a bit of nautical tinkering, he got our water maker up and running like new. For us yachties, constant water worries are the stuff of nightmares—now, thanks to John’s handy fix, we can sail on without a drop of stress (or thirst) in sight!

Trogir: A Quaint Old Town Frozen in Time

Our final port of call was Trogir, a charming old town perched on a scenic peninsula. Trogir is like stepping into an open-air museum, where every corner is adorned with architectural gems—be it ancient churches, rugged castles, or ruins that have withstood the test of time. Walking through Trogir feels like flipping through the pages of a history book written in stone, and yet the relaxed vibe makes it impossible not to smile.

Until Next Time…

As I take a break to spend time with family in Natal, my heart is still adrift in the Adriatic. Croatia has given us memories filled with history, humor, and a dash of cinematic magic. From dodging mysterious anchor fees to strolling ancient streets and even getting our onboard water woes solved, every moment has been an adventure.

Stay tuned for more tales as I continue to chart these mesmerizing waters—see you on the next blog post, where I’ll share even more Croatian memories and maybe a few secrets from behind the mast!

Happy sailing!

23/01/2025

Back at it – Adventures and Hidden Gems!
Hello, lovely readers!
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Life threw a few curveballs my way, and I completely lost my writing mojo. But I’m back, and I thought I’d share a little peek into the past few months of adventures. Grab a coffee (or something stronger if you’re in that mood), and let’s catch up!

Our time in Montenegro continued after a whirlwind of hosting guests. Once the last set of bags disappeared over the horizon, we had a glorious three weeks to ourselves. Or so we thought. Enter: COVID. Yep, it joined the party and forced us into some unexpected downtime. But hey, sometimes life says, “Take a seat, relax for a moment,” and who are we to argue?

When we were back to our usual selves, the adventures resumed with gusto. This time, we buddy-boated with our friends from South Africa. There’s something special about traveling in tandem—sharing the sunsets, swapping stories, and, of course, comparing who has the better braai setup (spoiler: it’s always the South Africans).
Together, we revisited some of our favorite spots, eager to share the hidden gems we had uncovered on our earlier escapades. Every cove, every sleepy little village, felt new all over again as we saw it through our friends’ eyes.

And what’s a good sailing trip without a bit of karaoke? Between nights of singing our hearts out (some performances better than others, let’s be honest) and discovering even more South African travelers along the way, the good vibes just kept rolling.

Life on the water isn’t always smooth sailing, but moments like these remind me why I love this journey so much. Exploring new places, connecting with amazing people, and finding joy in the little things—this is what it’s all about.

03/08/2024

Flat Pontoons and Sky-High Views: A Day in Kotor

Last morning with our beloved car, Fluffy, who was feeling rather deflated—literally. Poor guy had a bit of a "holy" problem and needed some serious TLC. But hey, adventure waits for no one, so off we went in a rental.

For weeks, the cable car had been calling my name. Finally, the day arrived to take the plunge and soak in those wonderful views. The queue wasn’t too bad, even with two cruise liners belching tourists into the bay.

And wow, what a view! From start to finish, the scenery was absolutely brilliant. At the top, we just sat there in awe, drinking in the mesmerizing panorama. I’m pretty sure my jaw is still on that mountain.

Eventually, it was time to descend from our lofty perch and return the rental. But wait, what's that? Churches? I jumped out at the next stop, eager to explore, only to discover... a graveyard. Yep, those church-like structures were actually the final resting places of the wealthiest folks around. Mind blown.

After all that excitement, we reconvened for lunch at the most amazing BBQ restaurant. Nothing like some good old smoked meat to wrap up a day of unexpected adventures and stunning views.

Here’s to Fluffy, cable cars, graveyard surprises, and, of course, BBQ!

26/07/2024

An Unexpectedly Green Adventure: Fluffy the Dinghy & The Quest for Fairy Tales

Picture this: it's a sunny day, and our trusty dinghy, Fluffy, is leading the charge on a grand adventure. Our mission? To find the elusive Secret Garden—no, not the book, but a real-life, green-grassed wonderland. As we paddled through the crystal-clear water, our excitement matched the chill of the mountain stream feeding the river. Ducks and geese gave us side-eye, clearly judging our motoring technique, while fish played it cool, probably wondering why Fluffy wasn't made of bread.

Arriving at the Secret Garden was like stepping into a postcard—lush lawns rolled out like a green carpet, just begging for a picnic (or a nap). In the middle of this botanical dreamland stood an old mansion, now a restaurant, wrapped in ivy that whispered secrets of bygone days and maybe a ghost or two who really love fine dining.

But the plot thickens! Just as we were getting ready to return to reality , I spotted a church. Not just any church, but one straight out of a fairy tale, complete with spires and probably a history involving dragons or at least a really grumpy priest. Mark, my partner-in-adventure, did a heroic dockside maneuver, dropping me off at the floating jetty to embark on a solo treasure hunt. The church was as magical as it looked from afar, with stained glass windows that could make a rainbow cry and enough charm to fill a Disney movie.

We ended this whimsical day at a cozy restaurant right by the water's edge, with a menu as rich as our day's escapades. As we sipped our drinks, Fluffy bobbed gently beside us, a noble dinghy indeed, ready for the next adventure. All in all, it was a day where reality felt like fiction—and Fluffy? Well, she was the unsung hero, bravely navigating the waters of whimsy.

26/07/2024

Sailing Adventures and Old Town Charms: A Day in Budva

Ahoy, fellow adventurers! Our latest escapade took us to the charming coastal town of Budva, where we set sail with high hopes and... a bit of wind. It wasn't the perfect breeze, but we still managed to hoist the spinnaker and enjoy the sight. There’s nothing quite like the vibrant splash of colors against the deep blue Adriatic.

Of course, bringing the spinnaker down was a different story. We’re not exactly seasoned sailors yet—more like enthusiastic amateurs. So, when it came time to wrangle the lines, we found ourselves in a bit of a tangle. Picture a bunch of cats discovering a ball of yarn for the first time. But, with teamwork (and a bit of friendly banter), we got the sail down and stowed away safely. No one fell overboard, and nothing got irreparably tangled, so we'll chalk that up as a win!

With the sea adventure behind us, it was time to explore Budva's old town, which is every bit as enchanting as you'd imagine. The narrow, winding streets are full of history, charm, and ice cream shops—just the essentials, right? Our first stop was to find the famous "Ballerina of Budva." This graceful statue, perched on a rock near the beach, is a tribute to a local legend about a ballerina who waited for her lover. It’s a bit of romance with your history lesson.

Next, we ventured into the Citadel of Budva. Wandering through its ancient corridors, we felt like knights on a quest—except our quest mostly involved finding the best photo spots. The Citadel offers stunning views of the coastline and the sea, perfect for those postcard-worthy moments.

After all that exploring, we rewarded ourselves with some of Budva’s finest ice cream. The flavors were as varied as our sailing skills, and we tried as many as possible—strictly for research purposes, of course. Dinner at a local pasta restaurant rounded off the day. The food was delicious, the wine was flowing, and the laughter was plentiful.

All in all, it was a day full of adventure, mishaps, and delightful discoveries. We may not have mastered the art of sailing a spinnaker just yet, but we’re definitely pros at enjoying every moment. Until next time, fair winds and following seas!

22/07/2024

Blue Cave Shenanigans: A Seafaring Adventure

Ahoy, fellow adventurers! What a treat it was to explore the legendary Blue Cave! Getting onto our trusty dinghy, Fluffy, was no small feat. The sea seemed to think it was washing machine time, tossing us around like a pair of mismatched socks. But we were determined not to miss the splendor of those azure caves.

Once aboard Fluffy, we set off, braving the waves with the determination of caffeine-deprived sailors. As we approached the Blue Cave, the scene was nothing short of chaotic: boats darting about like they were in a nautical dodgeball game, swimmers bobbing up and down like rubber ducks. It was a high-stakes game of avoiding collisions, but we made it in and out of the cave without a scratch or a bruise. The cave itself? Absolutely mesmerizing – worth every hair-raising moment.

Next came the challenge of reboarding Tuscany, our stately yacht. The idea of another bull ride onto the deck had zero appeal. So, we concocted a brilliant plan: jump off Fluffy and swim to Tuscany's swim platform. Ex*****on? Flawless. We made the transition like seasoned pirates, minus the plundering.

Back aboard Tuscany, we sailed off to our next adventure, spirits high and laughter abundant. The Blue Cave might be hectic, but it was a splash of fun and a story to remember. Stay tuned for more escapades from the high seas!

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