don’t miss the boat
I’ve been allowed to go to shore. Just for half an hour as the boat tops up its cargo in Rica Port.
I’m too terrified of missing my boat to write anything of consequence here (though this little journey is the most ‘personal’ cargo ship experience I’ve ever had and I want to write A LOT – I’ve been invited into the captain’s cabin, smoked cigarettes in the engine room, practised English with Thalia – the Russian cook, served pancakes to the Captain’s parents – who happen to be travelling this stretch too, talked at length about the world and all its problems…) — I hope to get all of the crew on camera (so far not happening) and then you’ll be amazed by them too – so kind, so involving, so smart and honest, then also really taking the piss out of me with my camera and fancy laptop and ability to sleep way past the 6.30 breakfast. They’ve been crewing together for three years and they’re a family. Below are some hurriedly edited films of the boat – apologies for quality – but it will at least give you a sense of this cargo ship, the work it does and how close we live together.