Heraclitus in Santa Fe

This is where the Heraclitus was designed 35 years ago, experiments were carried out for building it's hull. In the desert, the cowboy land of my childhood, of Shilo Ranch of 'Bonanza', rolling hills, plateaus, canyons and blue mountains...think about it...Now Heraclitus is happily attended to by a new crew of non-Europeans in Europe, actually an all North and South American crew and a First Mate from the Pacific Islands. And this the place, where many an expedition was sceemed up in the library, hovering over strange books and rare Atlases...

Heraclitus in Valencia

After 4 years since Cairns, Australia, we, the Heraclitus and crew have landed in Valencia, Spain. It was a hot debate, exactly where in Spain we would land- after getting involved in Tangier- Ebros River or Barcelona. I think, the location furthest South won.....

I feel part of the fabric of Tangier now, even though we're gone. Tangier will never go away. Morocco is like the sea, currents, storms on street corners and doldrums in the cafe. Unexpected music rising above the horizon. It's the only place in the world where standing around doing nothing in particular but being yourself is perfectionated to a high art form.

The ship is docked behind the Spanish customs ship 'Albatros', beautifully dark blue, who's crew have spoilt us from the start with wine, cheese, cakes, bread, paella and finally an entire pig leg of the finest jamon serrano. Jason Webster, a passionate writer about life in Spain has visited us with his beautiful family and friend Miles- and Elena, a longtime precious friend who's sailed on the ship and her partner Roque and Pilli introduced Claus, myself and Eddie to the customs of paella. Valencia is an old place, it was on the route of Hercules down to Cadiz- it's a confusing mix of beauty, modern and ancient and the worst examples of modern life.

Here now taking in the specific sensation of comfort on a good dock for months to come.....