My little piece of peace

Hi Manie,
I am not "light ship" having a half load of fuel and full load of trade-goods as gifts / fuel (250 litres) / water (200 litres) / power-tools used in the build / left over bits and pieces and food, clothes and other personal stuff...

Ad Hoc has been doing some research and number crunching and has come up with 3 options...
3) - 14 x 7" (the old book)
2) - Engine/prop data given by manufacturers, direct lift off from their tables. This gives around 15.5"x 10-11"
1) - Calculated from Bp-delta charts - This gives you around 14.5" x 10-11" pitch

The Italian folding were 15 x 10 two blade, so, to split calculation 1 & 2 suggests a pair of 15 x 11 fixed 3 blade screws... Now to find the money for the propellers to fit the 17 spline shaft of the nanni sail-drive leg...

Thanks again to Ad Hoc...

 

My pleasure, glad to be of assistance.

Hope it all works out for you too, keep us posted

 

Hi Ad Hoc,
I will not have regular access to the internet whilst cruising, but when I find access, I will post messages on this thread of what I am doing where I am and of course some images to brighten the lives of every reader...

 

Enjoy yourself, but don't let the natives eat you.

 

And quite rightly so --Im sick of nudity and looking up old friends. Thailand maybe going through the usual summer doldrums but the girls are still on the floor. Im sick of looking at jack and danies right in the ole boat race, I mean why stick it in my face. I just smile politely and say Thank you.

Thing is when they get off the floor I try not to be there for obvious reasons. That means I have to visit many nudist dancing bars all night when really I just want to watch the Libyia thing on the telly.

 

Get a carton of beer and watch at home?

Eat me? what is wrong with gobbled up?

Seems there is a weather window starting early on 2nd June http://www.bom.gov.au/australia/cha...e=windbarb&level=10m&tz=AEST&area=Au&model=CG - so I should be able to get to Whitsunday Islands, Half way up the coast to Cairns in relatively calm conditions - which may get me all the way with no delays all the way to Samarai, PNG...

 

Best holiday i ever spent was sailing around the Whitsunday Islands. Absolutely fantastic place...with beaches that make your eyes pop
...and the sea was so warm it was like someone had left their hot tap running

Very jealous...enjoy

 

Still things to sort-out / finalise...
1 - Sort out Mums pension payments from Social Security (to do on Monday 30 May, am hopeful I will see that satisfactorily settled) ???
2 - Fill fuel tank-age (another 250 litres ?) as The marina filling service charges a hefty premium over what can be obtained from an ordinary service station - Another case of Australian businesses pricing themselves out of the market by short term greed / stupidity / innefficiency...
3 - Check again, that all systems are go...
4 - Enter all significant way-points to the route...
5 - Phone VMR "Tin Can Bay" to confirm revised way-point to align the leads etc... (done)

It is about 96 something N Miles to get inside Frazer Island on the "Great Sandy Strait" - about 16 hours if making 6 knots or 12 hours at about 8 knots... High tide is around 08:36 Friday 3 Jun... I would like to be inside a bit before then...

On the way back I will dawdle and take in the scenery and observe the culture of the locals in true "Flâneur style" (A flâneur thus played a double role in city life and in theory, that is, while remaining a detached observer. This stance, simultaneously part of and apart from, combines sociological, anthropological, literary and historical notions of the relationship between the individual and the greater populace.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flâneur

 

Masalai, I've enjoyed this thread immensely and your boat has turned out very ,very nicely.Great work! Your plans for cruising sound so enticing and I will continue to follow your exploits. I'm looking forward to doing some small boat cruising in a few years.
I hope you have one hell of a good time!

 

Thanks Doug,
Plenty of room on the oceans of this world...

It is a mind broadening experience and a marvellous way to bring up children and teach them to be open to new ideas and views, aware of the world around them and better people as they grow up...

DO NOT DELAY in ADOPTING the CRUISING LIFESTYLE... The exercise and benefits far outweigh any and all costs...

 

working on it

 

Fellow peons, surfs and other forms of slavery, Welcome to the "new social order"... The joke is on us, for seeking more and more 'services' and accepting so much "nanny legislation"... (Legislation ostensibly designed to care for us and save us from having to think and plan...)

There are sooo many cameras watching our every move, I do not know whether to smile, act or what? Just too many to perform to so, as a burnt out non-actor, I just ignore them now, and quietly long for some privacy from these ever present voyeurs/paparazzi/vicarious-bureaucrats ...

That is the prime reason for my escape from the big-brother existence being imposed on most "western, democratic government" countries... I am escaping from massive societal debt which forces us all into bureaucratic compliance & consequent economic slavery...

I hope I will be able to say, "I am free and unrestrained and I am laughing..."

 

Still things to sort-out / finalise...
1 - Sort out Mums pension payments from Social Security (to do on Monday 30 May, am hopeful I will see that satisfactorily settled)

- - ?DONE ??? The Ophthalmologist has a great sense of humour... In his responses to the bureaucrats at Social Security he said, - hand written on the form...
- - Response to set '5 visual defects' was written in bold upper-case
THIS PATIENT IS LEGALLY AND FUNCTIONALLY BLIND
- - and on the next page The space at set '9 Returning this form' is;
"This is the 3rd form that I have filled out in addition to a written report. The lady is BLIND. If you don't understand these terms then I suggest you telephone rather than cause distress for this patient and her family."
- - I think my distress was becoming quite plain and MORE obvious every time...

2 - Fill fuel tank-age (another 250 litres ?) as The marina filling service charges a hefty premium over what can be obtained from an ordinary service station - Another case of Australian businesses pricing themselves out of the market by short term greed / stupidity / innefficiency...

In a phone conversation with Coastguard at Tin Can Bay, it seems diesel is obtainable at a reasonable price so I will fuel up there...

3 - Check again, that all systems are go... - to-do...
4 - Enter all significant way-points to the route... - to-do...

5 - Phone VMR "Tin Can Bay" to confirm revised way-point to align the leads etc... (done)

 

For want of a rightful place to share this piece of wisdom from one of the emails from Casey Research... an excellent yarn to illustrate an important point we all should consider...

http://www.caseyresearch.com/cdd/slow-motion-suicide?active-tab=archives
A Slow Motion Suicide
After spending time with the eye doctor, I was led to an outer office to be fit with new frames. While going through this rather dragged-out process, I noticed an old man who had shuffled out of another doctor’s office and was making his way painfully across the room in front of me.

It took me a moment to recognise him as a member of a local writer's group I had belonged to some years ago. A former executive involved with the start-up of what became a leading technology company, Don (as I will call him) had retired – set for life – with millions of dollars in stock and options.

Unfortunately, the company, which literally became a household name, zigged when it should have zagged and blew up, almost overnight. When the smoke cleared, the value of Don’s stocks and options had gone up in flames.

It was not so long after that unfortunate event that our writer’s group was assembled and I began spending a couple of hours or so each week in Don’s company. For the most part, members of the group read and critiqued each other’s writings in what we hoped was a constructive manner. In addition, this being largely a social club, it was not unheard of for drinks to be served.

It was the latter aspect of the group’s get-togethers that first alerted me to a certain weakness in Don – a weakness that, according to conventional wisdom, is not uncommon amongst those who pursue the lonely arts. I refer, of course, to an over-fondness for strong drink.

It was a weakness that was hard to miss. While others in the group would sip on a glass of wine or a drink or two, Don would approached his liquor in what has been termed a “two-fisted” manner, pouring out large tumblers of bourbon, accompanied by only a cube or two of ice. He could handle his drink, no question about it; I don’t recall him even slightly slurring his words even as he made quick work of a bottle.

The true extent of his weakness became clear when one evening he looked at his watch, then made like Wonderland’s White Rabbit and announced he must rush off. When asked why the hurry, he explained – while grabbing for his car keys – that the town's police force had a shift change at the same time each night. During it, for a brief window of time, the streets were unencumbered by members of the constabulary, allowing him to sail home without fear of being pulled over for DUI.

While there are many lists available which detail the warning signs of alcoholism, a short-form version of the list might be created as follows:

1. If you monitor the shift changes for your local police force, so that you may drive home without fear of being pulled over after a bout of drinking, you are an alcoholic. - Period.

Don’s other obvious weakness was a fondness for sucking tobacco smoke into his lungs – which he did seamlessly throughout our meetings and, I strongly suspect, from arising each morning to turning out the lights at night.

In any event, as is inevitable, the writer’s group grew stale and we all moved on to other pursuits.

And so it was that, before he materialised ghost-like from the doctor’s office, I had not seen Don in probably eight years. To say that the man’s aspect had changed would be a gross overstatement. While a bit on the gray and puffy side during the time of our writer’s group, his appearance still fell well within the range of a man of his age at the time, which was then around 60. The change between the man then, and the shell of a man yesterday in the doctor’s office, was truly astounding.

So astounding, in fact, that if you were to call an ambulance for the man, the attendants, on arrival, would take one look and agree he should be in bed, hooked up to some sort of machine – maybe all the medical machines.

No question about it; Don is not long for this world... his slow motion suicide is almost complete.

All of which got me to wondering how it is that a person can plod so unswervingly down a path they must know leads to ever-worsening health and, in time, a slow and likely painful death. I understand the nature of addictions, and am sympathetic, but there are too many ex-addicts walking about to discount them as exceptions. One can choose another path, even though the change-over to that path may be painful in the short run. Yet so many simply refuse to try, or try only half-heartedly and soon return to the path of their own self-destruction.

These observations are, you may have concluded, completely analogous to the situation now under way on the larger stage, here in the United States and other developed countries. Namely that even though the political leadership – along with much of the body politic that continues to prop them up – are well aware that the country is embarked on a dangerous and self-destructive path, they make no real attempt to change directions.

If anything, the nation-state is imbibing and ingesting even more frantically as it hurries along towards its appointment with unhappy destiny.

Thus, even though the U.S. is bankrupt, it spends more. And even as many large landmark social programs of yesteryear are revealed as unaffordable and unsustainable shams, the politicians roll out more of the same in the form of ObamaCare, while ducking the urgent need to fix the legacy programs.

Taking my habitually indirect route to the actual point, I will relate a local story which I think is highly revealing as to the mindset of those addicted to the institution of the state.

 

Fuel is available less GST if your checked out. But they wont let you check out till Darwin or possibly Cairns for your direction. It was one of the things I checked out before deciding on shipping instead.

Scared of a bit of rough weather,--your gonna get some some day, might as well jump in the deep end. They say you are never ready for a trip --ever--. You just gotta go --mind you,-- saying that way points need to be put in the GPS is one of the weakest I have heard. Yo sure you want to do this,--I mean really?

Don't forget to drift up Malacca straits for a beer, should be able to find you a coconut.