Monthly Archives: June 2007

Curses, Tankers, Stories

I’m in my underwear, on my back, in a pool of diesel, glistening in sweat, yanking on a fuel hose. My feet are sticking up out of the cockpit locker. My head is under the diesel tank. “You fucking bitch,” I yell as loudly as I can. My ears hurt because there is nowhere down […]

Read more

Ships, ships everywhere!

We’re approaching the Panama canal, about 150 miles distant. It feels like were in the middle of a freeway, riding a bicycle between lanes. Big ships are everywhere, passing us on all sides. There is no traffic separation scheme here, so the ships pass each other port-to-port, starboard-to-starboard and they overtake each other (and us) […]

Read more