Pilot Whale
Saint George Bermuda
And using very little fuel. Learnt a new trick.
I checked in with customs and am now sitting in a harbo(u)r side cafe drinking a cold Carlsberg draft. The waiter is Serbian and thanks to my old friend Roman Wydra I could whip up my Serbo Croation on him.
You have read my despairing remarks on visiting former British colonies, on this voyage, blandness in architecture, food, etc.
Bermuda is a total turn around. Of the little I have seen so far. The pictures will tell the story. I am glad I stopped here.
Oh, the fish. I decided to try one more time even though the Saragossa seaweeds were all over. When I felt the weight on the line I pulle din to defoul the weeds. When the end of the line got within 10 foot of the boat I realized that I had a fish on it. The smallest fish I have bagged so far. A 10″ blue fin Tuna. I ate most of it as Sashimi, for lunch. Beautiful dark red meat. Looking at the menu prices here, I am glad I have enough of it left over for dinner.
To-morrow I will try find the Rigger for Harken twin foil feeder part, fix the water tank leak, repair the goose neck.
Sunday, ride the klap fiets and find a church and take pictures. Hopefully I’ll have a good window to set off for the Azores on Monday.
- A wild gale force day signing off
Bosun or Tropic Bird
