We danced in the castle moonlight with glowsticks galore.
…I’ve never heard this song before.
We jumped from high rocks, all of us so brave.
And we took our family dinghy through the Blue Cave.
No troughs, no sleep, just recovery on this ship.
You can fix your boliglava with an Adriatic dip.
So here’s to the crew: Fluid Vla, Unsta-gator, Handstand,
7 Tickets To Blackout Train, Rage, Google Drix, The Pro,
Captain Kev-cum and me, Dr. G
One cannot explain The Yacht Week.
You have to experience it.
So to my forever friends,
Love you, MEAN IT!
…just one more thing, has anyone seen our skipper???
Camera: GoPro Hero3 Black Edition
Music: Victor Deme - Djon Maya (Synapson Remix), Baauer - Harlem Shake, Avicii - Wake Me Up, Copyright - In Da Club (Shake Sh*t Up) [Chocolate Puma Club Mix], Klingande - Jubel
This is a short trailer to give you a feel of what the event in George Town, Exuma was all about (Truly amazing!). My work of this event in the Bahamas and the Grenada Sailing festival will be used in a full length documentary produced and directed by Alexis Andrews called "Vanishing Sail". This film will be about the last of the working sailboats and true local sailors that sailed them in the Caribbean and Bahamas. Follow the link here vanishingsail.com/home.html to read and see more about the documentary and get involved!
A rogue with an eye for salvage - and the ladies - Ray: A Life Underwater is an affectionate portrait of one man's deep sea diving career, told through his extraordinary collection of marine artefacts.
Like a modern-day pirate, 75-year-old Ray Ives has been scouring the seabed for treasure his whole life.
The former commercial diver has plundered the deep for over fifty years, bringing to the surface anything that glittered -- even gold.
In a shipping container near the water, Ray tends his museum of cannon, bottles, bells, swords, portholes and diving gear.
He even still takes to the water in a 1900s diving suit.
Ray can be found most days at his museum at Yacht Haven Quay, Plymouth.
The sea was angry that day my friends... like an old man trying to return soup at a deli. We took to the high seas of Lake Erie on that September day, at the end of summer in 2013. We managed to conquer the blowing gusts on the 12th largest fresh water ocean in the world and we returned safely to a bounty of potato chips and tins of ale from the local port town.