Now I am tierd typing away at the computer after a lunch of canned meatballs and rice. The view from the companionway was great. An empty container ship was nimbly being manouvered into port by two massive tugs. Civilization at my doorstep. Avro Par on the CD player and that oh so hazy feeling of having just over extended oneself. Sleep . . . .
I ran Mischa the 120 Nm from Ariceffe to Los Palmas. The passage was not alltogether straight forword, but I think he enjoyed the ride if not the landing. We had a beautiful morning together at anchore and then it was time for that plane ride back to Germany . . .