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Shaken and Chilled

The other night I had a bizarre dream that Paul Oakenfold was trimming my eyebrows - obviously I needed professional help or a break from Ibiza, so on Friday night Zami' returned to her chill-out anchorage in Espalmador. It was one of those truly wonderful evenings to be sailling and it just felt right to be on the water as the sun went down behind Salinas and we crossed Freu Grande into the lee of Espalmador. It was dark by the time I dropped the anchor, dived on it by torchlight to check it, then had a beer, gradually beginning to adjust to the slower tempo of the island.

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