The sail over from Sitges was a bit of a bumpy ride. It had been so long since I reefed the main I got reef numbers 1 and 2 mixed up in the dark. It was a bit of a 3am wake up call. Limped into Port Sollor, the only safe port on the north side of Mallorca and made it my home for just over a week. Tired, confused and burnt out I was struggling to get my shit together but eventually I came round to the sun, swimming and venturing into a lovely town on a Victorian Tram car. I was not enjoying being all by myself. Eventually a light appeared in the form of a new crewmate able to hop out to the Balerics from Italy in a few days time. Saved! So long Port Sollor, you got me back on my feet.