All Our Adventures

Bonita 2025, off again for two weeks

1925: we need bacon Wishing to make a stopover in north-eastern Sardinia, they found themselves in the middle of the night surrounded by 32 ships from the English fleet in the Mediterranean! They arrived in Aranci around 2 a.m. The next day, with the sirocco wind picking up, it would not have been wise to continue sailing along the coast. They decide to take a break, but in the evening curiosity gets the better of them! How can they visit these imposing English buildings? A m

Special dedication! For the 10VP1 class of the Cugy EPS (primary and secondary school) and their teacher Christine Saupagna Isler 1925 - In the kitchen of the young sailors of 1925 In 1925, Bonita had no equipped galley on board, and it was in the forward cabin, called the station, that they had installed all their cooking equipment and hung their provisions. They had embarked an enameled cast iron stove, which ran on kerosene, but which had to be started with methylated spir

1925: Suspicions of espionage at La Maddalena To avoid the swell, the fishermen advised them to sail along the east coast of Sardinia. Bonita was now heading towards La Maddalena. His crew believed that by flying the French flag and staying off the forts, passage through the archipelago was possible. But, too busy admiring the sunset and the granite island of La Caprera, they failed to notice that a large semaphore was signaling them. Suddenly, three cannon shots ring out on

1925 It's still dark in Porquerolles when the moorings are cast off, admiring the brig Carlos silhouetted against the moon. Where did we leave from? Where are we going? It doesn't matter. Here, it's the nameless, the infinite. Huddled in her pea coat, legs wrapped in a blanket, eye fixed on the candlelit compass, and pipe in mouth, it's Ella who takes her watch. It's her turn to be alone with her own dreams. Then, at dawn, the crew bustles around on deck and Bonita fills with

1925: the adventures of the early days "It's gale-force windy and the sea is rough, but the breeze is manageable. The sailors are eager to get going, even if they're bitten by the brisk air or the sea spray and a little dizzy from the surprise of the pitching. But everything is securely stowed aboard Bonita! The Mediterranean is theirs! The first night, made up of calm and swell, did not spare them. Half the crew was suffering from seasickness and was tossed about terribly in

It’s been almost three days since we arrived in La Ciotat. The Mediterranean has its own temperament, and as the locals say: ‘Here, there’s either too much wind or not enough.’ Right now, it’s definitely too much — setting sail would be reckless, and we’re not reckless. Moreover, unlike the girls a century ago, we have the tools to understand and anticipate the weather: after 48 hours of intense storms, we’re now dealing with the effects of the mistral and the tramontane. Com