This is the nearly true story of the world’s best Caribbean boat bum.
Follow Ron Añejo as he sails his barely-seaworthy wooden boat from one dodgy job to the next trying to earn enough to stay afloat. Legal work can be hard to come by, even if you actually have a work permit. Ron isn’t big on formalities, but his optimistic approach to life usually manages to get himself, his crew, and Groucho, his Kayakoo water spaniel through one day and into the next.
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When I first came down island, which is what they call traveling from the United States on a southerly route along the Caribbean island chain, I was vaguely headed for Trinidad. I was sailing alone in a 30-foot fiberglass sloop; single-handing, they call it. Torture, I called it. It was not a good trip. I bought the boat from an evil used boat salesman in Fort Lauderdale. If you ever see… well, never mind, I do have to shoulder part of the blame. Here is what happened.
I had recently inherited a small sum of money. It wasn't a fortune, but enough that, if I were careful, I could live on it for a few years without having to work. If, that is, I didn't try to do it somewhere where you needed a car, an expensive apartment, heat, and fancy clothes. Because I am thoroughly lazy, the idea of making a small effort in the direction of a simple life appealed to me. I mulled the possibilities over, and my not-so-original brain decided that I was destined for life in the tropics.
What a romantic image! What, I might have asked, could be better than the tropics? And how better to enjoy it than on a sailboat, sailing among pristine tropical isles? The wind was free, after all. Or so, I thought at the time.
In my eagerness to find a boat I could afford so that I could leave this civilized part of the planet and go sailing down Caribbean way, I inadvertently violated one of the most important rules of boat buying. Never buy from a guy who acts like your best friend as soon as he meets you, and who routinely wears clothes you wouldn't want to be seen dead in. It's a good rule, but hard to follow at times.
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