I thought I had sorted out the boom issue during the crossing. But after taking a closer look, I found a few more loose screws—and when I finally removed the boom while anchored, I realized it was actually broken.
Luckily, I managed to find another screw with the same thread and almost the same length. While Nike went off to explore the tiny island we were anchored near, I stayed on board, removed the damaged screw, and somehow managed to piece everything back together. Classic case of DIY mode—again.
I’d been wanting to sail to the Balearic Islands for a while, and Ibiza was high on the list. I hoped it would be a little more laid-back and alternative than some of the other islands. And I have to say—the northern part of Ibiza definitely felt like my kind of place.
The few days we spent anchored in the island’s quiet north really captured what I love about this lifestyle. The nature was stunning, the colors were vibrant, and the bay offered enough protection for calm nights and productive days.
There’s something magic about waking up to a glowing sunrise, sipping coffee with views of crystal-clear water, hopping on Zoom calls from the cockpit, and taking a swim—whenever the mood strikes.
Well… almost whenever. The water had already turned a bit too cold for my liking, and it would be a while before I worked up the courage to dive in again.
But still, moments like these—anchored in wild beauty, fixing bits of the boat, working, living, just being—remind me why I love this way of life.
Stay curious, stay salty, my friend.
– Floh