And lots of people did warn me against this particular skipper.

It's a mad skipper.

An American couple, I think, or a Canadian couple said to me, please don't go.

He's got a terrible reputation.

He was seen hitting his daughter in a restaurant.

And he's been in prison for people smuggling.

And the stupid thing was I had already had a horrendous voyage with another skipper from Malaysia to Indonesia. I swore then I wouldn't do it again, but then I found myself in Carter Hayne

and with no other way of getting across to Panama without putting it on a small boat. I've been told that if I got somebody else interested in the journey, my fare would be reduced.

So I thought, okay, I'll go to a postal and find somebody else wants to go.

But they wouldn't put a notice up on the notice board because this man had such a bad reputation.

And I thought, oh, he's all right, really. He's Italian. He's got a hot temper. He'll be fine.

I was blind to all the advice I got.

I did eventually find somebody else that wanted to go.

So off we went. With a boat that was, well, unseeorthy really. It didn't have the an adequate anchor chain.

It was very rusty and spindly.

He'd smashed the compass in a fit of rage before we left.

He filled up the tank with cheap dirty diesel. It wasn't long after leaving Carter Heng that we started to have problems. We had to navigate by the stars for one thing.

We got to some islands halfway.

We got to some islands halfway between Panama and Colombia.

And the weather suddenly weather suddenly changed.

And this was supposed to be Paradise Island,

where I would be able to do snorkeling and swimming and get to explore the

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