All of you nine-to-fivers who dream of
retiring to sail your own rig in the south
seas, take heart. The emerald waters off
the Tahitian capital, Papeete, are flecked
with boats belonging to seemingly
ordinary people who have made it.
Arriving from Europe, North America,
Australasia and the Caribbean, bronzed
and lean from months at sea, these
modern-day adventurers perform house-keeping chores and minor repairs. They
stock their galleys, collect mail, swap
stories. And then move on to more of the 130 islands in this vast expanse
known as French Polynesia.
All of you nine-to-fivers who dream of
retiring to sail your own rig in the south
seas, take heart. The emerald waters off
the Tahitian capital, Papeete, are flecked
with boats belonging to seemingly
ordinary people who have made it.
Arriving from Europe, North America,
Australasia and the Caribbean, bronzed
and lean from months at sea, these
modern-day adventurers perform house-keeping chores and minor repairs. They
stock their galleys, collect mail, swap
stories. And then move on to more of the 130 islands in this vast expanse
known as French Polynesia.
