I grew up as a child in a mixed small farm in Andalucia, Spain. Rural life in the 50’s and 60’s was harsh and primitive, without electricity, running water and adequate ablution facilities.
As the oldest son, I had the privilege to go to school although school holidays did not exist and work in the farm was a daily routine.
Farming in Spain under the Franco’s Dictatorship was practically all manual with little or no machinery.
Dreams to look for better fortunes developed during these years and the life shown in travel magazines was truly appealing.
Arriving in Australia in 1974, I embraced this country like a native and it was the beggining of the dream to sail around the world one day.
So far it has taken me over the half way around the world and 4 1/2 years to do it. Very often I think I am doing it too fast.