October, 2003
Altamaha River, GA

Georgia stretch of ICW is very beautiful and very remote and undeveloped. You love the days of not seeing a single town and you hate not seeing a single town, if you know what I mean. I think I liked it more than Johannes who is in never ending pursuit of stimulus and always somewhat restless. I did love the fact that it was blowing good and we were sailing the obstacle course between different markers, which sometimes was more like skiing than sailing.

We end up going up the river to gas-up. It took us lot longer than we would hope, but after some time we saw the marina mentioned in some guide. We talked to few people there including one fella who upon hearing that we would want to try to get to Cuba advised us to stock up on black market firearms. His arsenal among seven other guns included a machine gun. One question I haven't think to ask was how do you fire seven weapons at the same time. Cuba could be risky though and I did appreciate to have some godly respect for the dangers have put in me.

(M)