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‘False Bay’
A guide to not be guided.
6-+years ago when I started investing in my yachty/sailor career my dream was taking-over the horizon.
5-+years ago I found myself out-living this dream. From tiny sail yacht island hopping and diving with turtels to mega yacht swimming in money and surrounded by Swedish stews.
4-+years ago I was offered the best job in the world: Saving the oceans by dedication to research, preservation and raising awareness around the world to protect our oceans. (While making loads of $) I turned it down to establish Rosemary Dream. A shapeless, revolutionary, surpassing the term ridiculous in any chosen perspective.
1-+year ago I returned to Africa, shaved & suited to play ‘chase and secure’ V.I.P. My intent was to put a very strong contrast so I could get a very clear picture of who am I and what I do. Stop, backward, forward, pause, play.
0 -+years ago I returned again. I am floating in the muddiest river, excited to see land in sight (instead of nothing) security people (instead of nothing) cranes and trucks (Instead of nothing) and being relatively still (instead of shaking) and smelling plastic (instead of engine smoke/fish frying)
A Painful Realization:
Where is the compass?
