Two things blow my mind—one is that anyone who reads me regularly thinks I have sense; and, two is that the arrangement of my vessel would make sense.

My idea in 1967 was simple: buy a Volkswagen van, drive to California, and sleep with as many beach bunnies as I could. It didn't happen

After over 60 years of living aboard, I’m often asked by lubber and sailor alike, “What’s your favorite island?”

Luckily, my granddaughter Sokú Orion Goodlander came to my rescue—by signing up for the Optimist sailing program at our local yacht club

I predict that, in both the near future and the distant future, that I will make predictions that are completely worthless

The existence of tropical hurricanes—and their massive destructiveness—has been known for a long time. What has changed in modern times is their frequency.

My rasta pal Red Mon, he lives in a little shack on the de beach near de dinghy dock. He say, “Watch de oars, Fatty, de oars tell de story.”

St. Johnian, Joe Colpitt— Caribbean Joe of Virgin Fire, Alien, and Transient fame. Once been mentored by famed multihull designer Dick Newick

I can handle fear. Gulp it down; push it back. Terror is another thing. Terror has a human element and humans scare me in horrific ways

The craziness of my life is that my two favorite cruising destinations—the Caribbean and Southeast Asia—completely misunderstand piracy

The last time on Round #3 we spent a year here. Why? Well, the primary reason is our daughter and three grandkids are dirt-dwellers here in S’pore

We've cruised Indonesia Four Times! 1.) We’ve spent a lot of time in the world’s largest Islamic country and, 2.) We’ve barely scratched the surface.

So the word got out that Noumea was Fiddler’s Green on earth.

After 59 years of living aboard, my favorite cruiser type is Frugal Freddy—a sailor so cheap he squeaks.

I suppose we all need heroes—even God. And perhaps God has some burdens so heavy and onerous that he only gives them to those that can endure the suffering with a smile.

Your diesel engine will run many years far more reliably and cheaply if you do just a few simple things. 

A very magical, completely rent-free place for sailors—a tropical island without any land. Without any people. Yet with an endless supply of food.

As we circumnavigate, we tell curious locals that we are from an island close to Bob Marley’s home—everyone in the Third World loves Brother Bob