Well time just seems to be leaking away. I spent the day sorting out odd and ends. In fact that is precisely what I have been doing every day since arriving back in Arrecife. On Saturday layden down with a back pack full of provisions I ran into Mische again.
Well, I've just demolished a plate of pasta. Very nice. Hary Chapin is playing on the radio and the skipper only temporarily distracted by food is now back at it desperately trying to hack some content together for his website. Life I am afraid has not been very dramatic. In fact it has been down right pedestrian. At least for a seasoned adventurer such as myself. Ha ha.
I am for the third time sorting out the boat before I take off for the open sea. The Canaries feel different though. I've been hopping from Island to Island. A bit like one motors arround town ticking off errands.
Gran Canaria - solor power and water power + order spare pawls, a new impellar for the bilge pump and a spare impellor for the engine. Teneriffe I want to get my very expensive binoculars fixed. I've trashed them. Water proof they are not. Also doing a bit of a delivery job for Sylvie and David plus pick up the second hand winch David promissed to bring back from England.
Hang on. Who is that stange German making pasta you might ask? Well that is Mischa. I met him in Gracios and he talked about being interested in going to sea but I explained to him I was sailing solo. Well, the poor boy seemed to need a bit of help so I decided to give him a lift to Gran Canaria. Welcome my first hitch hiker!