IF you are holding this magazine in your hands, you probably have already thought or dreamt of this: to cruise for a year or maybe more, to cruise far from work, neighbours, colleagues, college, bills, pollution, elections … etc.
There is the passion you have had since you were young, that incessant call to go to sea. Was it your exhaustive reading of all the tales of long sea voyages which slowly contaminated your thoughts, or the nautical press invading your lounge table?
Then there is this incessant rhythm of sameness: work – work – work. Maybe your few weeks of annual holiday has allowed you to discover other shores. But, far from satisfying your appetite, they acted more like a drug. With each cruise you become more intoxicated and…