You develop a taste and show it. An example.
A new neighbor in the anchorage in Cartagena
Once a week we get a new neighbor. After 3 months at the same spot I get a kind of mixed feeling about new neighbors. I closely watch how they anchor and know if trouble is to be expected. Most of the trouble is badly anchored boats that start to drag when the wind picks up. Usually I don’t say anything but keep a watchful eye. Two days ago around 15.00—that is when the wind usually pics up to 25 knots—my newest neighbor was getting straight at me. I was on my bowsprit trying to keep the boats separated but I was really shorthanded with two boats of 10 tons each.
Help came there, from my other neighbor that had the things seen happening. This guy just used his inflatable dinghy as a fender between the two boats. I climbed on the other boat to lift the anchor and to drop it with much more chain after we were clear from Watergeus.
The guy with the inflatable fender was crew member of ‘Vivant’.
Vivian and I talked about our big neighbor. It had an English flag, probably the British Virgin Islands, a tax-haven, and it had a guest-flag of Brazil.
The crew; captain, cook and maintenance-man were all from Brazil and so were the two owners. One does in electricity and the other in beer. Things you need wherever you are on the world, even in Brazil.
For Vivian the hull is like marble. For me the hull is turbulent water.
I was thinking about the technical struggle to paint a hull like that. It turned out that a French artist took 2 years to paint the hull.
I was not to worried that they would drag on our little boat. They could pay the damage.
What would it cost them to repair a scratch on the hull?
Expensive taste.
