We want to celebrate FTB’s recent growth on YouTube here with you by extending the discount code for another month… Thanks so much for all your support. Without your encouragement we would not be producing regular blogs and videos or be able to continue to push and stretch our imaginations, both in terms of creativity and sailing to new destinations.
So, if you fancy yourself in an FTB t-shirt, or like the idea of drinking a cuppa tea from an FTB mug, head over to the store and use this code…We love coming up with new ideas for products, so if you have any suggestions of what you’d like to see in our shop, drop them in the commentsa below.
Apart from new hats, we’ve got classic followtheboat t-shirts, smug mugs and gorgeous prints! And the best thing of all? If you are a subscriber to our mailing list, we will send a secret DISCOUNT CODE to you on Sunday 25th February. The discount will last till end March, so you will have plenty of time to decide what tickles your fancy.
Christmas is a’ coming and the nuns are out in force. Yep, you can tell it’s the festive season here in Cochin because the ladies in grey habits are running amok in the Christmas decoration shops. Clearly believing they have the blessing of The Lord Jesus Christ these little old ladies barge their way through the masses, desperate to purchase the most gaudy of decorations. There’s definitely some perverse pecking order going on in this predominantly Catholic part of India. Using their elbows as weapons these sinister old birds have complete disregard for the poor local children unfortunate enough to walk into their paths.
I had one of the most ridiculous conversations with two yachties last week. The couple were complaining that India was really expensive. Incredulous I responded by arguing that food here is so cheap one can eat out at a restaurant for a quid. Quite frankly these Moaning Myrtles really get on my wick. Ready for a rant?
To me photography is often about engaging with people. Despite being told to do so by our taxi driver I point-blank refused to stick my camera out the window of the car as we drove down one really poor street. Yet on my second visit, this time walking down the same street, we bothered to talk to the people I was snapping and everyone we met appeared so happy. Except one family. You’ll notice in amongst all the photographs of smiling faces are two brothers who look very sad. Why were they like this? It doesn’t bear thinking about but their eyes tell a different story and their portraits stick out like sore thumbs. It’s a stark reminder that behind all the laughter life is still damn bloody tough.
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