I am glad I came alone to the Jan-Kees. There is something to be said about a quiet and intimate introduction to her. Going through the steps of starting things by myself made me remember those procedures and self-sufficient. Mind you, I did have help. A total greenhorn can do wonders when you have the Internet and a friend on the other side of the globe sending copious amounts of how-tos and information. He made sure I did not botch things up, for example, NOT putting 100 gallons of water in the bilge instead of the water tank.
We get excited about the Jan-Kees. It’s the potential. Isn’t that we always see? Not the rust spots or the peeling varnish rather what that dream vessel can be.
So, in goes water tank, fuel tank, new electronics, Wi-fi, solar power, battery backup, heating and hot water. The list seems endless but as many of you know and I am just discovering, it is about the dream of a utopia, an escape pod, transporter to far away places or even just the dock where your vessel is moored.
Oh! What fun! And it is just beginning.
Having breakfast in the wheelhouse; a cup of coffee and a couple of breakfast sandwiches.
It’s 8am now. There is a slight bob to the Jan-Kees while I sip on the coffee. Upper doors to the wheelhouse is open and a pleasant breeze wafts through. The dock is starting to stir and the first few locals silently drift by on their bicycles on the bridge behind us. The morning hunt for caffeine and sustenance commences. It’s Saturday, market day in Zaanadam. I won’t be missing it. Nieuwe Haring awaits. Beer supplies are low.
Still trying to wrap my head around the reality of it all. I’m standing at Carousel 16 at Schiphol waiting for my luggage to show up. Flight was 35 minutes early helped by a 35-50mph tailwinds. Whatever it is, I am here. YAY! On to the Jan-Kees…