Hypocrite

I am a Hypocrite. Calling myself a sailor and here I stand in the middle of April, just before the winter starts in South Africa and I haven't sailed in over a year.

Since my last sailing adventure I made a conscience decision: Never to sail for a fool or Tyrant again. They are all and the same, Barking and swearing like a snarling demented dog from the underworld. Foaming at the mouth and spitting as they shout commands to the bow form their dry and safe kennel at the Helm.



" Untangle that spinnaker you worthless excuse of a seaweed, my granny can do that faster while baking cookies!"



If you sail for a fool, you soon come to the conclusion that the only fool on the boat can be anyone except the skipper....even if he slips, looses his glasses overboard and are going full speed ahead towards the breakwater.

All plans to purchase a yacht has failed since there is no space left in the marinas to give her a soft little bed in the Atlantic ocean. The idea of a dinghy or Kite surf is starting to pop up again....so maybe someday soon the Hypocrite will be no more.

I must say that I miss sailing a lot. I feel like a fish out of water, but I will not jump in again under the growling bark of another Top Dog.