Why hello, it’s been sometime since I’ve seen ya’ll here. Do you like my new southern accent? It’s great, people still hear “dick” when I say “deck” so the kiwi is still in me, not literally though, it’s all a bit hopeless on that front, but I’ll tell you about that later 🍆😔.
So I left you all about a year ago, ambitious and excited to start in the yachting industry. Well what a year it has been. There have been some absolute rock bottoms and some unforgettable once in a life time experiences. I have however only gain one flag (fucking Australia ha no pun intended) #facepalm 🤦🏼♀️🇦🇺and found an alarming side of me that I’m not such a fan of. I’ve learnt a lot and may have become a little bit hippsy gypsy🌈…
I wanted to write on here so many times over the year but never had the courage to post what I had written. The posts were quite dark and were feel sorry for me stories. After reading some of my previous blogs (so funny!) I’m glad I didn’t. While this was designed as a place to be honest and open with what I’m up to, I don’t think what I would have written would have been beneficial for anyone. Since I’ve calmed down a bit, I’ll give you an update of the year and let you know what I’ve got planned. Get excited because I’m like a kid a Christmas (actually just me at Christmas) ⛄️and ya’ll guna love what you’re about to read 😁.
My first season in yachting:
I started off in Croatia where I was thrown in the deep end and immediately wondered what the fuck have I got myself into?! What is this ludicrous work they have me doing; working 15 hour days, drying the same shower 4 times ( a day!), wiping everything every time it’s touched, ironing sheets?! I don’t even iron my fucking clothes at home let alone bloody sheets! I was not prepared for this……at all. 12 hour night shifts and hellish days in the emergency department haven’t compared to how busy I’ve been on the boat some trips. I now understand how doctors feel, expect my main concerns for the day are wrinkles in sheets and water spots on showers, not peoples lives…….I’m being some what dramatic but I’ve decided life’s far more fun when you dramatise things 🤗. Anyway, we finished up in Croatia and headed across the Atlantic to Florida for the Caribbean season. Now, I hadn’t really partied or drunk in years before leaving New Zealand but 10 days into yachting and Sheryl West was back in full swing. I was back to running around the dance floor with my skirt over my head, hysterically crying because someone wouldn’t take to a strip club and waking up in the wrong bed……. While I thought this was the extent of my partying I had yet to experience the Caribbean. I had a bit of a Sheryl West vibe in Europe but things may have changed to a more Amy Winehouse feel when I got to the Caribbean. While this was all good and fun ( maybe a little bit too much fun) it was making me feel like the scum of the earth for a while there. I hadn’t trained in months, I was crawling into bed at 7 in the morning and I just wasn’t really myself. I was miserable and have never felt so completely alone. I was trying to be someone I was never going to be and someone I really didn’t like. It took a while to pull it all into perspective even after being told I was up to no good (I always have to learn the hard way). It turns out I quite like seeing the sun rise while out running or riding instead of stumbling down the dock trying to find my boat before work at 0800. I used to think I was missing out on all this party carry on you’re supposed to do in your 20s. I never went out drinking, hardly “dated” (that hasn’t changed) and hung out with a lot of older friends due to the training circles I was in. I would be an hour into a 2 hour run on Sunday mornings when most people my age were walking home with their heels in hand (honestly though, I can’t even run 6km without dying at the moment…help me!). After making up for lost time, I think I can safely reassure myself that I’m not missing out on that much. Once in a while sure I’ll be more open to letting loose and lifting up my skirt but I much happier staying in, watching fifty shades darker while eating the boats supply of chocolate and ice cream.
Although I’ve bearly mentioned work, it’s pretty much all yachties ever do. The small amount of time you do have off are usually spent legless in the closest bar however. I have to say, my drinking has improved some what since university and no-one has had to put me to bed….yet (an almighty goal in itself if I don’t say so myself). Although, I’ve been close. I was piggy backed down the dock by a guy half my size while dressed like a lion one night 🐯. I was sent home from the big halloween party because I had vomited of my friends arm while waiting in line for the bar (sorry Megan!). A positive to take from this is that I still got let in! #winning. On the other hand however, ones attempt to pluck up some dutch courage and chat up the really good looking second engineer was over come by my inability to drink vodka. Note to self, vodka is still not my friend.
Following an interesting and in all honesty, very strange and emotional Caribbean season, I had a weeks holiday in Peru. It was AMAZING!!! Loved it. Loved being on land. Land is good. Shouted myself to a nice hotel with a big bed in a room all to myself. Such a novelty when you’re currently sleeping in a bunk bed, in a cabin the size of your bed back home.
I have since crossed back over the Atlantic Ocean and am currently cruising around the Mediterranean. While I see everyone one Facebook is doing the sail Croatia thing, I’m over here on a way fancier yacht (not bragging or anything 😜) doing kind of the same thing. Except I’m the one pouring the drinks and making the beds and I’m not aloud outside on the decks. Actually I’m very really outside in general. Ya’ll used to think I was pale well catch me now! I’m fucken see through. Hadn’t been outside in about a week the other day. I genuinely think I’m allergic to the out doors now.
Anyway, I’ve come a long way from when I first joined, as my chief mate put it, I was “a deer in head lights”, now I sass even the captain. I’ve learnt so much and meet some pretty cool people. I’ve over come a lot of personal shit along the way and learnt a lot about about myself. I have highly addictive tendencies and zero self control to name a few.
Firstly, I’ve become an excellent house wife. Minus the fowl language, inappropriate belching and constant need to always be right, I think I’d be up there in the trophy wife cabinet 🏆💅💍. For intense, I can make an already clean room cleaner, bust out laundry like nobodies business and can remove almost any stain. On top of this I sometimes pretend to care when people hurt themselves and require medical attention. I also remain an excellent baker. I may be trying to sale myself here. Things have been a bit, well, how do you say? absolutely shite on the love life front. I fell for the wrong guy, typical and I’ve been hit on by more women then men of late. I’m still inclined to hit the D and not the V however and remain true to myself in that I will only be a lesbian if it’s with Scarlet Johansson. Mum even asked me with genuine concern whether or not she was going to be a Grandmother one day. One day Mum, one day.
Secondly, the lessons I’ve learned about myself have been monumental. I was really lost there for a while. I lost who I was. I certainly didn’t loose any weight, in fact I gained 8kilos of it. In 4 months. That has got to be some kind of record. thank you rum punch and hooters wings! Anyway, it’s only recently that I’ve learned to do what is best for me. While this is a simple concept its rather hard in practice. Especially when you’re new and have no friends and training for 4 hours a day is seen as a little bit weird. I’ve only recently come to terms with this self acceptance thing. I’ve never really been one to do what everyone else is doing. I like to do my own thing and I now see that thats ok. I’m starting to not be overly bothered of peoples judgements. Of course there will always be a little bit of insecurity about that and I undoubtedly still have a long way to go on improving my self confidence and still have insecurities about what people think, men and their perception of my looks in particular but I’m so much happier not giving as much of a fuck!
Lastly, never, ever go out for “one” drink with the captain, engineer and chief mate, things do not end well, ever! In fact don’t expect to go out for just one drink, one bottle maybe, but no one around here understands the concept of a quiet one. Ya’ll know I’m far from quiet so that’s probably no surprise to you 😜.
To sum up my year in yachting I’d say its been pretty fucking hectic. I’ve tried a lot of new things, some were very detrimental but some were really empowering. Someone showed me that being in touch with ones emotions and having a little faith in hippsy gypsy stuff is actually quite fun and it now brings me a lot of peace, so namaste bitches!
This has been a rather long chat and I feel I’m dragging on a bit but it has been a year and I’ve got so much to say. There’s only a little bit more…….
What I’ve got planned:
I entered Ironman…….fucking dick move. I don’t know what substance was put in my lunch prior to this brilliant idea but I’ve gone an entered my 5th ironman. I haven’t run more then 10km in a this past year (it takes about a weeks recovery following a 6km waddle) and I’ve swum once, although in my defence, I left my favourite swimming togs at a hostel in Prague, one can not be expected to swim in anything but the best. While I feel entering a full ironman was a rather hasty move and a simple 70.3 may have been a little bit more realistic, ( I may have entered one of those too, I saved money so it seemed only logical…….fucking marketing schemes) I’m so excited to head home and get training again. I’ve got a crazy long way to come back to the fitness I was and I’m honestly shit scared of the training that I’m going to have to put in but I’ve paid the money so I have to now. Ironman NZ here I come!!!🏊♀️🚴♀️🏃♀️🏆 (🏝?)
Now I don’t expect any large welcome home parties but, I’ll most likely be back in November, FYI. I like carrot cake and have now developed a liking to unicorns, if you are looking for any ideas for themes 🦄. Also anyone in Wellington want a sweet flat mate? I’m now ridiculously good at cleaning and doing laundry and I still bake really good too! I’m not bad company either. I come with 2 bikes and a sweet stereo system I scored free out of a dumpster (it’s called noise control twice, quality equipment).
While I’m looking forward to getting back to the motherland I’ve really enjoyed the weather over here. I haven’t worn a jersey in nearly a year and a half and I haven’t seen horizontal rain since leaving Wellington. New Zealand would still have to be the best place to live and despite Wellingtons atrocious weather I quite like it up there too. I can’t wait for a snickers milkshake and decent brunch and to see all y’all pretty faces!!
I hope this has been a source of informative hysteria for you as you drink your morning coffee or some quality reading while on the toilet it’s been great chatting. I’ve missed writing. It’s rather therapeutic. My grammar and spelling still need a lot of work so excuse my use of comers, I throw them in in hope that it’s the correct spot.
I hope you’re all well and starting to thaw out for those in NZ. Let me know what you’re up to. It might take me a week to reply but it’s good to here from ya’ll none the less.
Stay safe and stay excellent.
Lots of love,
Bridget xx 😘