By Paul Fenn For me, a year of unalloyed hell. As I’ve shared on this site probably too many times, between the ages of 28 and 33, I had the luxury of taking five years off to travel and not work — other than when I wanted to break the terrible monotony of non-stop adventure, islands, beaches, boats, bikes, girls and reading all the books I’d never gotten to. Lots of it happened on sailing yachts. I spent the bulk of those years in SE Asia and did several blue-water yacht-hitching passages — around the Fiji Isles, Fiji-NZ, Singapore-Heart of Borneo-Manila, Manila-Okinawa, down the Pacific from Barra de Navidad (Mexico)-Puntarenas (Costa Rica), and many lesser passages mainly out of Singapore, delivering yachts to Malaysia and Thailand. There were also several cargo ship passages in Indonesia and other lands. Once I found my feet, I traveled with increasing roughness and gnarliness, in order to make my money (C$100,000) last. And to toughen up. I’d made the money as a sales exec, a...
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