For those reading the last few posts that don't understand the concept of "boat," here is the definition:
"A boat is a hole in the water into which you pour money."
--- origin unknown (to me).
A hole in the water.
More than that, it is one of the few examples of the combined mathematics of spatial financial mechanics all at work in the same period in time. You also discover that the true purpose of a boat is the consumption, in copious quantities, of diesel.
You can see, too, the strange effects of skipper-input, where the exact moment when you are able to leave for your
destination depends entirely on his
disposition and interpretation of the several mechanical and electronic options open to such evaluation, not to make mention of the joker in the pack: weather for yesterday, today and most certainly tomorrow.
Eventually, when the right stewardess has been chosen to replace the one who ran away at the last civilized island with an airport, you think youíre going to St-Tropez. You, the sniggering crew and the boat turn up and then the negotiation begins. You didnít know that; you imagined youíd just turn up and drive in and the laughter can be heard right across the Mediterranean as you are on your way to becoming the latest joke in all the crew bars in France. Oh, and cheques are no good. Cash buys gas and space.
Small is probably good. At least, in some cases it might be. I enclose a reason why, though YMMV.http://youtu.be/uwIGZLjugKA
Alternatively, you could always do like most of the rest of the defeated owners do: stay quietly in your home marina, sit on deck and have a drink before going ashore to a restaurant for a proper meal. Then, if you really, really have to, just to exercise the engines as much as your authority (laugh number two), you can go out into the Bay, drop anchor for a few hours, enjoy a short picnic and a lot of long drinks and then hurry back to the marina before night falls and anything exciting happens.
I used to love the idea at one time.