I did this not once, but twice.
Sailboat (Australia). Houseboat (India).
All sounds perfect.
Twas perfect.
Until it was time to use the twa-let. Or eat in the moonlight with one gazillion gnats and flies. It seemed utopia, almost, but then again it's India. You love it, you love it all, but there's always that one piece astray, one hair sticking straight up, one pant leg too high, one stain, one odor ghastly off, one foot in something or somebody else's piece of shiznit.
So, moral of the story. I do recommend the houseboat. But I do not recommend attempting to sleep on it or stay overnight. Particularly, if you strongly believe that sanity is a beautiful thing.
Addendum: Unless you find yourself on a luxury boat with J Lo or the Queen of England, do not also spend the night on a sailboat off the coast of OZ as the lack of bathing water along with significantly aromatic toilets pushes one to desperately seek to leap off the boat into deep waters without the skills to swim.
No less, as a Pisces and an optimist, floating along waters, with a few precautions taken, equals moments heavenly.
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What an experience! At least it makes for great stories :)
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