I’m a Computer Science professional, MSc in Math, who gave up the career to set sail. Now I work from my boat; my age is 44.
A decade ago, I conquered my childhood dream: Navigation. To be a sailing skipper, own a sailing yacht, going anywhere on the globe anytime, breathing the air that Stevenson’s novels describe was what I wished for the most.
Eventually, I packed it as an exclusive sailing course, about 30 days being on a boat, a total 24×7! A beautiful adventure when I was 34.
Yes, it knocked all dullness out of my urban life, even though I had felt my career “rat-run” very entertaining and growing on me as I thought before the moment I sailed alone on my own yacht as an RYA sailing skipper. But what I totally did not expect, it also kicked my urban-office life out of my life at all.
So, I quit my career. The truth: once you touch the sea, there’s no way back. This is a single reason why I’m here on this website to encourage others to do the same.
The Beginning
How My Sailing Saga Started
Once upon a summer hot, while I got sick of the work, White as snow shining sail touched my mind and there stock’d, “Why my heart does burn in a fire?” – was my poll. A moment on, I made a stand at flight control, Heading where I belonged.
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Ah, distinctly, I remember it was the Mediterranean, Where the salty scurvy master was, in fact, quadragenarian, No cheap he offered matter, 7 grans a whole deed For my phantasm, no shit, My decision? – “I’m on it.”
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Rope show, charts, and tacks, 30 days aboard, then sack. Wishing wishes all mortals dare buy a boat – my next pick. Charming, beautiful, and curvy, Ocean-strong of Polish clan, I’m Captain, she’s Flag–mán!
IGOR, S/Y “THE HOOKER”
That was the beginning of my saga. I have put that Delphia 31 sailboat (built in Poland, “of Polish clan”) into charter and experienced all at once: being an owner, a skipper, and trying the romantics of a sail-related business.
That was fun. The Mediterranean is a “pool,” no tides, no big waves, winds are moderate, quasi-never a gale. Once you are there or around – why not pick a charter, a bareboat, or a sailing school.
My Boat
She is S/Y “The Hooker”
No, she is not a “bad word,” ha-ha, but a traditional Irish fishing sailboat model (Húicéir) echoing 200 years ago.
This one is a proud replica, mimicking the seaworthy shape of the original “hooker” and the authentic tar coating of her wooden hull, which is technically eternal: no touch, no damage, no re-coating over the last 40 years.
She was built in 1979 in the Underfall Yard, Bristol, England, strong and absolutely charming.
Do I meet the same question in every port about her name? — Yes, I do ツ
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