Finally my bad is rockin' again. The wind caresses my face and the gentle/funny Scandinavian music from the neighbours boat spoils my ears.
I'm back on the mighty Pantagruel, awaiting new adventures every day. As I learned today, there's gonna be some changes, some pleasant, some less. The first leg of our journey will take us to Mauritania. Kind of illegally, as nobody has a visa for that country, but as our captain assures, they have no coast guard boat for now, so if they find us, we kindly leave their waters and there should be no problems. Sounds good to me!
There is the less pleasant surprise, it seems I misunderstood the captain, so there is place for me only till the end of the Gambia adventure. That means I'll have to find some way of going to Cape Verde from Gambia or get there with a ferry from Dakar, which would mean getting a visa I don't have (coz I couldn't get it in Lisbon). Hopefully we'll bribe or just distract the customs with all the German passports on board. For now, this is a topic of less importance. We have much trouble in setting (getting) the nets, insecticides and repellents for the trip, because the interior of Gambia is infested with malaria, dengue and never the less, the fearsome yellow fever, for which no one took the vaccine.
But in San Miguel everything is fine. The temperature is just right to seat outside without the need of additional clothes and the ambient is so calm and lovely that no one could think of any problem. I feel quite an egoistic when feeling like that, but the hell, we're not James Bond, we shake our Martini and we only live once.
It seems I'll (have to) learn some German these days, as the yacht population is made mainly by Germans and so it will stay through the entire trip. Good for me I say, German is a valuable language, since they're the only who make money in the EU today. And I can adapt to their sense of humour I guess.
Oh, and it seems I'll be the bar keeper again, since the only mixture the former crew can make is 50-50 rum-coke drinks. I'm joking, but not quite:)
So, I hope I'll be able to write as much experience on this trip, but as David (my new surf buddy) said, "not too much about the surf spots!"
I wish you all a pleasant night and I'm back to the bar job.
I leave you with a song that reminds me of the sonf our scandinavian friends are singing right now...
Chus
I'm back on the mighty Pantagruel, awaiting new adventures every day. As I learned today, there's gonna be some changes, some pleasant, some less. The first leg of our journey will take us to Mauritania. Kind of illegally, as nobody has a visa for that country, but as our captain assures, they have no coast guard boat for now, so if they find us, we kindly leave their waters and there should be no problems. Sounds good to me!
There is the less pleasant surprise, it seems I misunderstood the captain, so there is place for me only till the end of the Gambia adventure. That means I'll have to find some way of going to Cape Verde from Gambia or get there with a ferry from Dakar, which would mean getting a visa I don't have (coz I couldn't get it in Lisbon). Hopefully we'll bribe or just distract the customs with all the German passports on board. For now, this is a topic of less importance. We have much trouble in setting (getting) the nets, insecticides and repellents for the trip, because the interior of Gambia is infested with malaria, dengue and never the less, the fearsome yellow fever, for which no one took the vaccine.
But in San Miguel everything is fine. The temperature is just right to seat outside without the need of additional clothes and the ambient is so calm and lovely that no one could think of any problem. I feel quite an egoistic when feeling like that, but the hell, we're not James Bond, we shake our Martini and we only live once.
It seems I'll (have to) learn some German these days, as the yacht population is made mainly by Germans and so it will stay through the entire trip. Good for me I say, German is a valuable language, since they're the only who make money in the EU today. And I can adapt to their sense of humour I guess.
Oh, and it seems I'll be the bar keeper again, since the only mixture the former crew can make is 50-50 rum-coke drinks. I'm joking, but not quite:)
So, I hope I'll be able to write as much experience on this trip, but as David (my new surf buddy) said, "not too much about the surf spots!"
I wish you all a pleasant night and I'm back to the bar job.
I leave you with a song that reminds me of the sonf our scandinavian friends are singing right now...
Chus
Ride on my friend! Show them that coke is good alone, as rum too!
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Paginho
Yes we keep in youch! :)
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