“A boat is a hole in the water, surrounded with wood where you put money” Unknown
Later that night we anchored on a remote beach in Western Sahara. In hope of a good surf we’ve been sleeping like on a crazy roller coaster only to discover next day that the wind was blowing strongly on shore, so we just had a ride with the dingy to see the possible surf spots and left to another place.
I caught a nasty cold from last days watch, so today I’ve been more a kitchen guy, helping Hadas, who injured her back yesterday while trying to move the dingy. Crippled boat I must say. Sven, the funny German is seasick the entire journey so sometimes I wake up at the gentle sound of his vomit under my berth. And makes me glad that I don’t get seasick.
While writing this, he caught a tuna, which is getting transformed into sushi, Pantagruel style.
And soon after that, a sea bird attacked our bait, got caught and lost it’s head. Today, we eat duck and sushi.
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| Cristoff, the one man band |
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| Some romance |
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| Even more romance, btw, I'm getting better with my tin whistle:) |
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| The duck with no name |
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