The first lunch.

 

 

It was a start. And I was aware that despite the wife and mother, now would last as crew. (Having the good fortune that the door or better, "skylight" to return to the boat, never closed!) The routine was already down by three before the experience on board and the question became, at that moment, just how to proceed it. Our reaction was humorous and it was the first shock they had favorable.

 

Already defined the space for our clothes, the latest in closets. It was do or die.

 

- No doubt: was great!

 

Coincidence or not, it would be my day to wash the boat.

 

- OK.

 

And the function of washing again automatically.

 

- No problem.

 

 

 

Those simple questions for them was radical because 
 has a long way to credibility to be seen. 

 

 

 

 

Carlos Henrique

 

 Everything was right: my anxiety with the boat and the feeling of "pseudo-madness" that
involves life had definitely been in Brazil. Or still in me but now accepted. The time of
teased that feelings, had finished. Venezuela, then!

 

From 05 June 2004, returned home to be Luiza, now to the stern of 
Americo Vespucio Dock Marina in Puerto La Cruz. Stewardship are provided by a low
monthly amount to be paid, in venezuelan money. Something in the range of one hundred U.S. dollars with water
 and energy included. Entitled to a fixed table of the marina itself and improvised barbecue under
the shade of two trees. Moreover, support also for three networks of white fortress that came to ride in the boat, since it, along with at least another 100 more, equal, of cotton, the same color. This would be one source of input of money in that they were sold and promised to be the basis of our livelihood out of all paid work we were able to find or make.