Bernard Moitessier
What a shame. No English-language webpages about Bernard. So, until
someone comes up with something better or I get the time to work up
something more appropriate, this will have to do.
Bernard was a sailor. Though both of his parents were French citizens
he was born and grew up in Vietnam in the 30's. His father managed the
Saigon branch of an import company for his French employer and his
mother was a housewife and an artist. While Saigon was his hometown,
the family travelled often throughout the country and spent their
summers near the sea. While they lived in colonial style, his parents
insisted on a rather spartan lifestyle with great emphesis on physical
prowess and a simple, healthy lifestyle. Like his brothers and sisters,
he naturally 'went native'. He enthusiastically embraced the Vietnamese -
their language and their ways.
It was from the Vietnamese that Bernard got his love for the ocean.
While still in school, he often used to hang around the river bank
watching the junks and their crews. Once he even worked up the nerve
to ask a tai cong if he could come on board for a look around. A
little amazed at finding a French child who spoke fluent Vietnamese,
the tai cong brought him aboard and proudly showed off his amazing
craft. When Bernard begged him to make him a crew-member, the tai
cong understood - he had once been a young man with the same fever.
Some men are born with the sea in their blood. But he gently refused
Bernard's request and returned him to shore. It was the failed start
of what was to become a lifelong obsession. He eventually did crew
a junk where he learned to sail with his eyes, ears and nose with
minimal equipment. The Vietnamese, with their thousands of years of
experience at sailing the sea, taught him well.
He is best known for his single-handed adventures. He was one of the
earliest of these sea-vagabonds - a genuine Citzen of the Sea. The
famous French chef Jean Gau was another. Chef Gau would sail for a
year or two, make land and tie up his boat, announce his presence
and, because of his reputation, have no difficulty getting work in
the kitchens of famous hotels in New York City, London, Roma, etc.
Once he saved up enough money and got restless, he set sail again.
Bernard did much same though, not being a famous chef, he had to
settle for more humble jobs.
Unlike the handful of people who lived this sort of life, Bernard
was a rather articulate sea-bum and an early activist both in
environmental causes and anti-nuclear efforts. He wrote many books
about his adventures. Beautiful, poetic books with an almost spiritual
aura about them. He loved the ocean passionately. He loved the musky
odor of her waters, the caress of her windy fingers, the tempetuous
flair of her angry moments. And he loved the solitary life. He got
along very well with himself. But he wasn't a hermit or a monkish-man.
He often ran into obscure others like himself - citizens of the sea -
in distant ports and enjoyed their company as well. And eventually he
married and raised a family.
This almost spiritual aspect of his was made him unique amongst the
men and women who sailed single-handed. To the others it was always
a great struggle for survival and challenge to 'conquer' the ocean
and her many moods. To Bernard it was more a matter of tuning in to
her moods and bending accordingly. While the others fought the ocean,
he embraced her. I liked his attitude and admired his style. He was
very different from the others.
While these books no doubt paid a few bills, they also inspired
many people in many different ways. Some felt moved to emulate his
lifestyle. Most simply gained a new appreciation for Mother Ocean
and her creatures. While most of his 'following' was in Europe,
he had enough admirerers in England and North American to justify
translating and publishing English editions of his books.
He died in 1993 - sadly, not at sea but rather in a hospital bed
with cancer.
BOOKS:
* Sailing To the Reefs
* Cape Horn: The Logical Route
* The Long Way
* Tamata and the Alliance