Captain grid fags in his air-conditioned wheelhouse, choking, laughing. A little bear at first, yet charming. Forty-three years of sailing in the legs. A start at the bottom of the scale, as an apprentice in 1963. A title of "master" obtained in 1978. it was done like that at the time. When asked the corners of the globe where he was, he scratches his beard. "You better ask me where I was not: East Africa, South Africa, Antarctica. I made the Arctic aboard a boat went to investigate sources of oil. Before, I wanted to travel around the world. Today, across the Atlantic, it sucks! "
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