How much does it cost to travel by sea? — What are the expenses for traveling the world by sea? How much does it cost for a year aboard a boat? From asking around, it is my impression that the costs are relative to your approach: if you put effort into your living and do [...]
How much does it cost to travel by sea? —
What are the expenses for traveling the world by sea? How much does it cost for a year aboard a boat? From asking around, it is my impression that the costs are relative to your approach: if you put effort into your living and do everything you can yourself and live frugally, traveling by sea is cheap, but if you want everything done for you and want conveniences, it is expensive. This dichotomy is the same as for traveling by land — traveling can be as cheap or as expensive as you make it.
“The laws of the sea state that you can anchor almost anywhere for free,” spoke the Captain as I sat in his house on a hill in central Maine. He had built his house himself, and it sat comfortably underfinished as we sat in the dinning area in front of a fire place that I am sure set many moods during the long, dark winter months.
I have been receiving a lot of contrary information about the cost of long term international cruising on a sailboat. Some say that it is cheap, other say that it is expensive. The Captain tells me that it is possible to sail full time around the world living on your boat for $8,000 a year, while other people have told me that a boat is a hole in the sea to chuck your money.
“I have heard of people traveling around the world on a sailboat for $2,500 a year,” another knowledgable sailor told me right before saying that a lot of people view sailing as, “taking a cold shower while shedding hundred dollar bills.”
It depends on how you approach sailing was his point.
You can travel cheap on a sailboat, or it can be outrageously expensive. This is also the dominant axiom of world travel:
Traveling is as expensive as you make it.
If you want luxery and everything provided for you, then traveling anywhere is expensive, but if you do your own leg work, put time and effort into finding the cheapest of everything, and eating bitter, then world travel is laughably cheap.
I can travel through Europe on $10 a day. Whereas most people drop hundred dollar bills at each turn in this region. If you put effort and time into your living strategy, traveling is cheap; if you want everything done for you, luxery, and conveinence, traveling is expensive.
It is my impression that this is exactly the same scenario as sailing. If I do the leg work myself, if I do my own repairs on my boat, trade work for equipment, buy food in bulk and cook for myself, and put time into finding the cheapest anchorages and avoiding marinas and docks, traveling by sea can be very cheap. But if I want a boat that impresses the sailing community, pay other people to repair it, eat at restaurants and drink in bars, and stay at marinas and at docks, traveling the world by sea will be very expensive.
This is a difference between spending $2,500 a year and $25,000.
I have learned a standard operating procedure for world travel that enables me to travel cheap, but this is a standard operating procedure that requires me to work at living every single day. By working at living I mean doing things for myself. If I am willing to put time and effort into my living — if I trade work or websites for accommodation, camp, make my own food, ride a bicycle — then I am able to travel with very little money.
Paying money is for people who do not want to bother with their own living. Paying money is for people who want to sit back and have life done for them. Cruising the world has been confussed as being an act of the luxurious.
It is my impression that, like traveling, crusing the world by sea is an act reserved for both for the extreme rich and the extreme poor. Traveling the world by sea is both for people who want life done for them as well as those who want to handle, take care of, and control every nuance of their existence.
Traveling by sea will either make me more dependent on other people or more dependent on myself.
The more I rely on myself, the cheaper I am able to live.
It has become my impression that the bright side to living is that its enjoyment is proportional to the work you put into it.
You only get what you give.
The more you polish your life, the more it will shine.
I look forward to traveling cheaply by sea precisely because of the challenges — precisely because I will need to put my attention into living. I will need to learn, to discover, and work. I am excited at the prospect of ever chiseling my mind sharp simply from living poor.
I fear that I would be a very bored man if I had a million dollars.
Alas! old man, we’re wealthy now, it’s sad beyond a doubt;
We cannot dodge prosperity, success has found us out.
Your eye is very dull and drear, my brow is creased with care,
We realize how hard it is to be a millionaire.
The burden’s heavy on our backs — you’re thinking of your rents,
I’m worrying if I’ll invest in five or six per cents.
We’ve limousines, and marble halls, and flunkeys by the score,
We play the part . . . but say, old chap, oh, isn’t it a bore?
We work like slaves, we eat too much, we put on evening dress;
We’ve everything a man can want, I think . . . but happiness.
Come, let us sneak away, old chum; forget that we are rich,
And earn an honest appetite, and scratch an honest itch.
Let’s be two jolly garreteers, up seven flights of stairs,
And wear old clothes and just pretend we aren’t millionaires;
And wonder how we’ll pay the rent, and scribble ream on ream,
And sup on sausages and tea, and laugh and loaf and dream.
And when we’re tired of that, my friend, oh, you will come with me; And we will seek the sunlit roads that lie beside the sea.
We’ll know the joy the gipsy knows, the freedom nothing mars,
The golden treasure-gates of dawn, the mintage of the stars. We’ll smoke our pipes and watch the pot, and feed the crackling fire,
And sing like two old jolly boys, and dance to heart’s desire;
We’ll climb the hill and ford the brook and camp upon the moor . . .
Old chap, let’s haste, I’m mad to taste the Joy of Being Poor.
– Robert W. Service, The Joy of Being Poor
Vagabond Journey on the joys of living cheaply
Preparing to travel by sea series
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