It’s like when the title of an album is the bands’ name.
Last weekend was awesome. The weather was great and so was the company. Saturday morning I was called to take part in a race. Started last, passed 2 boats and quit. Sunstroke in light winds is not my fancy. What I did fancy was meeting up with my buddy boats (Kostas and Alex on s/v Kaisi and Achilleas) and park nicely under the house of Picasso’s daughter Paloma on Petalious Island. What can I say. The water was superb, the food plenty, the drinks were flowing and as you can see… “I’m a gift to the women of the world” (Lou Reed). Please dispose of your barf bags appropriately.
But the best part was returning the next day. I left a couple of minutes before the others. Sailing along, my speedometer thingy (Raymarine crap) said I was doing 3.5-4 knots. But the others were not passing…? I asked them later why not and they said I’m a great sailor and was flying at 6.5knots! Go figure.!
BUT…. The difference between an adventure and an ordeal is… attitude! When I got back, my engine wouldn’t start, again. No problemo, I’ve tied up on my mooring under sail more times than I’d like to mention, plus I left my dingy tied to it… ‘should be a piece of cake. Well it seems leaving in a hurry, one of my knots wasn’t good enough, the dingy was gone (later to be found) and the mooring lines on the sea bed. Long story short…it was an adventure!
Stay tuned for more high speed adventures….
pss…. thanks Efi for the photos!!!!!!