 Big Eagle 172 foot long yacht |  Endless Summer 100 foot long yacht |
Imagine having enough money that you never have to worry about writing a cheque for groceries or crunching numbers while robbing Peter to pay Paul so the mortgage payment doesn’t bounce. Imagine not thinking twice about purchasing that new pair of shoes or paying top dollar for lobster just because it’s Tuesday.
It’s a nice fantasy, I’m sure we’d all like to be in this position but around 95% of all the people on earth, the upper/lower middle class and the impoverished struggle to varying degrees worrying about things the upper echelon take for granted. I’m not sure what category I’d be classed in, the extra pounds sort of declare I’m eating well and it would be nice to think I won’t have to eat dog food in retirement, although the canine grub at our house is a step up from kibble so maybe that isn’t a bad thing....but as I looked across the harbour this morning and see about 40-50 million plus in motor yachts, both larger than the house we live in and displacing a heck of a lot of water.......it boggles the mind.
The first boat to arrive was called Endless Summer and she’s been circling around her anchor since the weekend. I looked her up on the internet. She’s a 100 foot water palace, making our boat look like a tinker toy, is appointed to the max and chartered for a mere $100,000 per week plus expenses. The fact that she is moored right across from our front door indicates that someone has paid that price, probably a mere drop in the bucket of their fortune. Wow is all I can say. The second yacht rolled in last evening, all 172 feet of her, bigger, more expensive at a $150,000 per week charter price and even more opulent for the lucky son-of-a-gun that can afford it. She’s beamy, over 25 feet wide and the tender, slightly longer than her width was almost as long as our 33 foot boat!
Imagine what any one of us could do with $100,000-$150,000 of mad money to use for guilt free self indulgence. Spend it to buy down the mortgage or replace the old clunker in the garage with a shiny new upgrade, spend it on the kids or and the grand babies. Imagine wool shopping sprees, spa days and fine dining. Extra pocket change for all the fun things you’ve always wanted to do; the extra’s that normally elude us. A once in a lifetime chance to bring dreams to fruition if only for a short while and a story to tell for the rest of our lives.....remember when we had that windfall? Aah-h-h-h-h.....
That 172 foot yacht uses hundreds of dollars a day for fuel just sitting at anchor. It has to run to charge the batteries for the lights, heat, instrument panel and appliances, maybe a generator or two. I couldn’t even afford to take her for a spin out to Strum’s Island and back. I certainly like to think big, but my world doesn’t come in this kind of extra-large, supersized, over the top living.
Big Eagle, the 172 footer is plastered all over the web advertising her assets to attract the wealthy. The interior layout sleeps up to 12 quests in 6 staterooms, including a master suite, 1 VIP stateroom, 1 double cabin and 3 twin cabins. She is also capable of carrying up to 10 crew onboard to ensure a relaxed, luxury yacht experience. Timeless styling, beautiful furnishing and sumptuous seating are featured throughout her living areas to create an elegant atmosphere.
The pictures of the interior are amazing with comfort built in from bow to stern. Wouldn’t it be grand to gather a group of 100 hookers, all footing a $1500.00 price tag to have her for one week, pulling loops while having the time of our lives in the lap of luxury. We could cram in, sharing bunks and sleeping bags to taste the rich man’s life even if it’s only a small bite. Of course that fee only covers the rental, we’d have to bring our own food and libation if we could still afford to eat and drink, and then there’s the fuel expense, we’d all have to lug a couple of jerry cans full of diesel to get out of the bay.
Although it would be stupendous, knowing how fast a week goes at my age, I wonder if I’d enjoy myself seeing my hard earned money disappear faster than my hair. I do know I’d play the celebrity; if I’m throwing that kind of money around I’m not bending over to pick up my wool ends, maybe have one of the ten crew members squeeze toothpaste on my brush like Prince Charles’s valet does for him. I’d want the full indulgent experience before going back to my simple, ordinary life.
I spied on the ships for a while through the binoculars. I’m human with a healthy curiosity and wondered who might be chartering these water beasts. To motor into our little bay and not make your presence known is intriguing and it brings out the detective in me. Some high powered executive, a prince, a movie star, a bunch of rappers, obviously someone with deep pockets and the need for privacy. I didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone that might be footing the bill for this excursion, but there were lots of young staff crawling all over them, scrubbing the decks and sides of the ship. Killing time by cleaning what looked to me like invisible grime and polishing the stainless and brass even though the shine was already blinding. I couldn’t see anything through the windows and portholes. It’s obviously a lifestyle I can’t peek into, maybe it’s best I failed......
It’s a nice fantasy, I’m sure we’d all like to be in this position but around 95% of all the people on earth, the upper/lower middle class and the impoverished struggle to varying degrees worrying about things the upper echelon take for granted. I’m not sure what category I’d be classed in, the extra pounds sort of declare I’m eating well and it would be nice to think I won’t have to eat dog food in retirement, although the canine grub at our house is a step up from kibble so maybe that isn’t a bad thing....but as I looked across the harbour this morning and see about 40-50 million plus in motor yachts, both larger than the house we live in and displacing a heck of a lot of water.......it boggles the mind.
The first boat to arrive was called Endless Summer and she’s been circling around her anchor since the weekend. I looked her up on the internet. She’s a 100 foot water palace, making our boat look like a tinker toy, is appointed to the max and chartered for a mere $100,000 per week plus expenses. The fact that she is moored right across from our front door indicates that someone has paid that price, probably a mere drop in the bucket of their fortune. Wow is all I can say. The second yacht rolled in last evening, all 172 feet of her, bigger, more expensive at a $150,000 per week charter price and even more opulent for the lucky son-of-a-gun that can afford it. She’s beamy, over 25 feet wide and the tender, slightly longer than her width was almost as long as our 33 foot boat!
Imagine what any one of us could do with $100,000-$150,000 of mad money to use for guilt free self indulgence. Spend it to buy down the mortgage or replace the old clunker in the garage with a shiny new upgrade, spend it on the kids or and the grand babies. Imagine wool shopping sprees, spa days and fine dining. Extra pocket change for all the fun things you’ve always wanted to do; the extra’s that normally elude us. A once in a lifetime chance to bring dreams to fruition if only for a short while and a story to tell for the rest of our lives.....remember when we had that windfall? Aah-h-h-h-h.....
That 172 foot yacht uses hundreds of dollars a day for fuel just sitting at anchor. It has to run to charge the batteries for the lights, heat, instrument panel and appliances, maybe a generator or two. I couldn’t even afford to take her for a spin out to Strum’s Island and back. I certainly like to think big, but my world doesn’t come in this kind of extra-large, supersized, over the top living.
Big Eagle, the 172 footer is plastered all over the web advertising her assets to attract the wealthy. The interior layout sleeps up to 12 quests in 6 staterooms, including a master suite, 1 VIP stateroom, 1 double cabin and 3 twin cabins. She is also capable of carrying up to 10 crew onboard to ensure a relaxed, luxury yacht experience. Timeless styling, beautiful furnishing and sumptuous seating are featured throughout her living areas to create an elegant atmosphere.
The pictures of the interior are amazing with comfort built in from bow to stern. Wouldn’t it be grand to gather a group of 100 hookers, all footing a $1500.00 price tag to have her for one week, pulling loops while having the time of our lives in the lap of luxury. We could cram in, sharing bunks and sleeping bags to taste the rich man’s life even if it’s only a small bite. Of course that fee only covers the rental, we’d have to bring our own food and libation if we could still afford to eat and drink, and then there’s the fuel expense, we’d all have to lug a couple of jerry cans full of diesel to get out of the bay.
Although it would be stupendous, knowing how fast a week goes at my age, I wonder if I’d enjoy myself seeing my hard earned money disappear faster than my hair. I do know I’d play the celebrity; if I’m throwing that kind of money around I’m not bending over to pick up my wool ends, maybe have one of the ten crew members squeeze toothpaste on my brush like Prince Charles’s valet does for him. I’d want the full indulgent experience before going back to my simple, ordinary life.
I spied on the ships for a while through the binoculars. I’m human with a healthy curiosity and wondered who might be chartering these water beasts. To motor into our little bay and not make your presence known is intriguing and it brings out the detective in me. Some high powered executive, a prince, a movie star, a bunch of rappers, obviously someone with deep pockets and the need for privacy. I didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone that might be footing the bill for this excursion, but there were lots of young staff crawling all over them, scrubbing the decks and sides of the ship. Killing time by cleaning what looked to me like invisible grime and polishing the stainless and brass even though the shine was already blinding. I couldn’t see anything through the windows and portholes. It’s obviously a lifestyle I can’t peek into, maybe it’s best I failed......
Pictures are taken from the internet - Big Eagle Luxury Yacht
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