Things started to move quickly. I called Volvo and they said the engine had arrived and they would get an engineer down to me tomorrow. This was on Monday by Tuesday Pepe, my engineer, arrives in the afternoon and by Wednesday morning I was on the move. We were not gong to be able to extract the engine while it was in the water. I needed to go to the nearest boat yard and get hauled out. Pepe organised a tow with one of the charter boats that share the pontoon with me. In fact I got a tow from Roberto who I know well. He and his girlfriend took the good ship in hand and delivered me sans working engine to the Darsena Pesquera just a 40 minute tow up the coast. God even co-operated with a light southerly making the boats departure from the pontoon as easy as pie. Making a gentle three knots out on the water in tow behind the 41 foot Juneau, "Firstwon", I thought to myself, "It is good to be back out here!". But I am afraid my freedom was an illusory one for 10 days in a boatyard lay ahead or who knows. It could be more . . .