The price of safety – or why our govt should walk the plank

For the non-boaties:

The Boatmasters certificate isn’t like a drivers’ licence, you don’t have to have it -but for someone learning the ropes it’s pretty important. It teaches you things like navigation, the rules of the ‘road’, and how to generally keep yourself and your crew safe. It’s something you would hope newbie boaties would be encouraged to get, so it’s pretty surprising that for many New Zealanders it can cost up to $500.

For the non-Kiwis:

Last year our government, in its wisdom, decided to cut adult community education funding by 80%, meaning that thousands of courses that used to be done as secondary school-based night classes have either had to be axed or their prices ramped up to cover costs.

People lost the opportunity to upskill affordably and potentially life-saving courses like boat safety have suffered.

I’m not just getting upset because it could cost me a bit more, I’ll save up and pay what I need to – as far as I’m concerned the price won’t be money, it will be lives.

New Zealand does not have a great maritime safety record. Time and time again tragic accidents have proved to have been entirely preventable if only basic safety procedures had been undertaken. And yes, you could argue that there are some muppets out there who would never bother learning anyway – but, with a record like we have – why would you want to make it more difficult for those who actually want to?

So I’ve had a bit of a nightmare trying to find somewhere that runs the course for a reasonable price, though it looks like the wonderful Wellington Coast Guard will come to my aid – will keep you posted!

It would be cheaper to buy the materials myself and self-study, but with my slight navigational challenges I think the personal touch will be needed!

Back to my original point though, if even one life is lost because someone couldn’t afford to learn how to keep themselves safe then this government has blood on its hands.

Time to consign this lot to the briny deeps methinks!

Munchkin at sea

A couple of years ago I met this guy who lived on a boat. I thought it was kind of quirky, like a floating housebus. I didn’t even know which end of the thing was the front and I wondered whether he got seasick in the marina.

In about nine months time Paddy and I will be taking said floating housebus around the Pacific and plan to be away for about eight months.

For those of you who know me, this may come as a bit of a surprise as I am somewhat reknowned for my lack of coordination. It’s fun to watch people’s eyes widen when I tell them – knowing they are picturing one of the many spectacular tunbles I have taken over the years.

The funny thing is, I think spending time on a boat has actually helped my coordination. You have to concentrate a lot harder on where you are going when the floor is swaying beneath you!

I’m writing this blog for myself but also for the people who are struggling to get their heads around this slightly mad enterprise (it’s okay Mum, you’re not alone!)

It’s also a good way for me to keep track of how far I’ve come (and how far I still have to go!)

I probably should have started this earlier, because I am already miles away from the landlubber I was. I’ve done a practical sailing course, a couple of cook strait crossings and have passed my Day Skipper exam. The next step is getting my Boatmasters certificate.

I am a little apprehensive about this because it involves navigation and I am a teensy bit directionally challenged (read couldn’t navigate my way out of a paper bag with the aid of a GPS) – but that’s a subject for an entirely different blog!

So this blog will be part log of progress so far and part diary of how things are going – and that’s probably enough for now.

Oh yeah, Paddy doesn’t get seasick in the marina – and neither do I!