We are in Samana Dominican Republich, my 3great Grandfather, John Alexander Lockhart, stopped here on his way to California on his sailing ship The Hungarian.
I just wanted to do one post from the islands. So this is it.
On the way down here I saw many flying fish (maybe 75 or so) There is sargasso strips all over.
The winds were 30 knots, the seas were 7.5 to 12 feet, The ship ride was smooth only a few got sick.
The ocean is blue, blue, the air is warm, warm, The food is good, good.
We went ashore today and did a tour. It is a very poor country, when the kids tell you they are hungry, they play the part well, they look hungry.
A post from at sea wouldn't be complete with out an old sailors poem, so here it is.....
Sea Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Janis and I say "HI TO EVERYONE", and yes we are having fun!