An Austrian, a Belgian, a Canadian, a Cypriot, four Englishmen, an Englishwoman, a Frenchman, an Italian, a Scotsman, and three Yorkshiremen were sat on a minibus, on a ferry, in Greece…

No, this isn’t a joke, it’s what you get when trying to move twenty one yachts from Turkey to Greece.

Four trips sailing out from Marmaris and three return journeys on multiple planes, boats, and buses make for a strange way to spend the whole of April – but it’s turning out to be fun.

There are more commonalities in this disparate collection then you would expect. A shared sense of humour the transcends languages, backgrounds, and experience means that I for one have had a lot of fun, in fact, I’ve had more belly laughs in the last fortnight than I’ve had the last year.

It probably isn’t too surprising given that we were all brought together by a common love of sailing and the sea.

This fascination (obsession?) with water and traversing it in small vessels leads us to do strange things. We spend weeks at a time in intimate proximity with total strangers. Trusting that these shipmates will keep you safe when you are below asleep at night and they are on watch, on their own, and the weather is touching Storm Force 10. Eating, travelling, and socialising together, sometimes more than you do with your own family and friends, then at the end of each trip, whether it’s a week, a month, or longer, going your separate ways probably never to cross paths again, this is, in my experience, unique.

Of course that’s only until the next yacht delivery with a new crew of strangers when the whole process starts again!

However situations like this particular one, where so many delivery crews are brought together in one place then released into the briny wild to recombine several hundred miles distant are few and far between, so I’m going to make the most of it.

See you in May sometime…

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