Morocco Markets: Objects of My Desire

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It was hard to focus on helming as we pulled into the harbor in Rabat, Morocco, as I stared with wonder at the ancient stone structures lining the right side of the entrance and the colorful wooden fishing boats bobbing up and down on their moorings. I sensed that we hadn’t just left Europe; we’d sailed into another era from…

Cheeky Monkey is Seeking Adventurous Crew!

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S/V Cheeky Monkey is about to embark on the ultimate sailing adventure from the Caribbean to Panama to the Galapagos to the South Pacific islands and we are seeking the right crew to join us on this adventure! If you’re a Turf to Surf Newsletter subscriber, you may remember me recently writing that “I’d like to slow down in 2016…

Sailing to Morocco: Stress in the TSS

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As we quickly tidied up the boat to get ready to sail from Gibraltar to Rabat, Morocco, I examined the charts closely to understand the route we would be taking across the busy traffic channels in the Strait of Gibraltar. There were so many frighteningly large ships moving across the screen on AIS that our chart plotter looked like an…

Cheeky Monkeys in Gibraltar

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It’s always a little nerve-wracking pulling our 24-foot-wide catamaran through a narrow entrance, past the sharp bowsprits lining the docks with what feels like just inches to spare. But, luckily, as big as our boat is, with two engines, Cheeky Monkey turns on a dime, so I had little trouble nudging our boat safely up to the scary concrete wall…

The Gift of guests: sailing for the first time (again)

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I am sitting in the cockpit of Cheeky Monkey, enjoying an evening glass of wine with a view of several thousand gleaming boats in the Real Club Nautico Marina in Palma de Mallorca, when I get a message from my friend John saying, “I’m ready!” just as this picture comes through my phone: I start laughing and immediately reply that…

7 lessons learned catching our first fish

7 lesson learned catching our first fish mediterranean turf to surf

"Fish on!" I hear John scream, slowly nudging me out of a deep sleep below deck. I pull on some clothes and rush up on deck to find Ryan running around the cockpit, desperately searching for something. "We don't have a gaff! Wait, I have a trident!" He pulls a long-handled deck brush out of the lazarette. "No, that's not…

Making it Work in Menorca

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As I pulled on a layer of thermal underwear and dug out my buried collection of wool socks, I realized that Ryan and I had out-stayed the warmth of yet another region. Being October in Menorca and already too cold for flip-flops, it was time to leave the Mediterranean and the Balearic Islands and start making our way towards the…

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