It was late Sunday afternoon. There was only a breath of wind which had died down from an annoyingly fresh south-easterly which wasn’t suppose to be. Everything was quieting down…tomorrow’s Monday morning officially kills most peoples summer vacation.

On the horizon shining from the opposing  setting sun I see a ship approaching, obviously different from all the others hurrying to get back from their Sunday hobby spin.  Two masts became obvious, but something differed. It couldn’t be a ketch or yawl but only a schooner. How exciting! Will she keep course and anchor near by?

And indeed she did. Soon the booms became apparent. Huge and long with beautiful red covers. Then it was obvious the masts were unstayed, fat at the bottom, tapering to the sky with the fore mast at the tip of the bow. This is undisputedly a Junk Rig, a fetish of mine since reading the most influential book that got me in this sailing “mess”, “Voyaging on a small Income” by Annie Hill.

“Unless you are already living on the uttermost boundaries of … Western Civilization, you should read … Hill’s book with greatest caution.”  —Tom Cunliffe

IMG_20180826_193851_resized_20180828_104829372As they ghosted by me, I bowed a welcome jester to the sailor leaning on the forward boom digging the sunset, watching and signaling to the helms-woman where to anchor, as two dogs scattered around seemingly eager to get ashore. No thrills no frills they dropped anchor  nice and close.  Soon they lowered their tender and all went ashore.

The next morning drinking my cockpit coffee,  I admired Somnambule. A 14meters steel schooner rigged as a junk.



IMG_20180827_085654_resized_20180828_104829894This is no ordinary boat. I was hoping to get to meet them but alas after their (I’m assuming) morning dog walk, they started their engine and ghosted out just as slowly and quietly as they arrived. I immediately hit the net and got that  Somnambule is a person who sleepwalks, and I like that… they were so slow indiscreet and quiet. They also have a website which google says is in German so I’m missing out on their scoop. Hopefully Somnambule and Zoot Allures will cross paths again!

sdrFeeling a bit sad and lonely with the idea of going back to work looming in my mind, the swans came by. One approached, said a few swan words, flipped me the swan finger and paddled away on one foot. W.T.F!!

Have I overstayed my welcome??

Stay tuned,

Capt Pete

ps… errr…I dunno!

About Sailing Zoot Allures

A demoralized mechanical engineer/ bass player/ sound engineer/editor seeks Freedom
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6 Responses to Somnambule!

  1. Hey, nice post. Your writing is becoming Hemmingwayish. The goose is merely saying “see you later”. Anyway, I’m back from my cruise and summer is already fading.


    • It was an inspiring moment….I almost fainted (lol)!
      The goose, actually a swan, was swimming away with with that foot in the air as if it was flipping me the “bird”!
      My summer is over, faded to black, I’m back at it plus I just got food poisoning from the cafeteria food…. glorious!


  2. moritz says:

    Funny, I met them in poros 6-7 weeks ago. Nice boat, nice people!


  3. Arcady says:

    “… since reading the most influential book that got me in this sailing “mess”, “Voyaging on a small Income” by Annie Hill.

    I missed that on first reading your post. I know that book. I know how alluring it is too – it all sounds so appealing and straightforward! It is probably responsible for, or at least reflects, so many more
    aspirational dreams such as we indulge in!


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