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June 2, 2005

Deutsche Direkt

I was reversing out of the berth yesterday, leaving the marina at the end of the winter stay, and it was all going smoothly until suddenly the engine stalled and the boat started drifting towards the yacht next to me. I restarted the engine, put it into gear, but once again it stalled and wouldn't restart. With the help of a German guy who was crewing on a small boat nearby and took my lines, I managed to get back into the berth, and looked around in the water to see lots of small bits of rope floating around - one of the berthing lines had got caught in the propeller. Fantastic. This meant I had to dive on the prop to untangle it in lovely, shit-laden, harbour water! The sea's still a bit chilly here, and before long I was beginning to shiver as I made several dives down to untangle the rope from the propeller. The rope cutter had done it's job and sliced a five metre length from the marina's mooring lines, but the force had caused part of the cutter itself to break off, which would probably turn out to be an expensive repair. There didn't appear to be any other damage down there, however, so once I removed the last of the rope, I restarted the engine, and, made another attempt to leave.

As I'd fucked up already, the German guy now saw this as the perfect opportunity to shout detailed instructions to me of exactly how I should be manoeuvring - as Germans sometimes like to do. I've met lots of friendly Germans, and used to see this as a desire in them just to be helpful - as they would take the map from my hands and send me off cycling in the wrong direction - but have now come to realise that they view non-Deutsche methods as inferior, and feel the need to show us the light. He was most upset when I refused to take his advice so he walked off to leave me to it. This time went without any hitches though; having by now cut any ropes that could possibly impede my exit, and I motored out to a lovely, peaceful anchorage.

June 7, 2005

Beach Bar Culture

Colin flew down on Sunday and since then we've been embarking on a tour of the island and, most importantly, it's beach bars. Yesterday, he rented a bike and we headed off to the 'capital' of San Francesco - a town of three streets in the middle of the island, to indulge in some ancient culture. This didn't last too long, however, before we were forced in the heat to detour to a beach and cool off with a swim. As the beach was totally open to the afternoon sun we sought refuge and shade in a nearby shack of a beach bar, sitting on the cliff above. With a terrific view across the cove and the clear, blue water, so we decided it was best to stay there until the sun lost some of it's heat and have a beer or two to pass the time.

We eventually found ourselves pedalling homewards just before sunset, deep in concentration to keep our balance and avoid cycling off into the bushes, and awoke back on the boat this morning, dazed with hangovers and a hazy recollection of the trip back.

June 15, 2005

Busily Chilled

The last week has been pretty busy with Colin and I doing lots of cycling around Formentera and visiting almost all of it's beach bars. On our way to one of them last week I suddenly spotted Jorge's boat, Taniwha, and not having seen him for ages we all ended up going out for dinner followed by a long night of drinking in Casa Paco.

At the end of the week the 460 foot long Rising Sun, apparently the biggest private yacht in the world and owned by Richard Ellison of Oracle, appeared at night, looking like a small city, and anchored close by us. They didn't invite us over but it was still a fantastic sight as it dwarfed every other superyacht in the area, towering over the beach.

The following day we had a great sail over to Salinas and spent a day or two on it's lovely beach and drinking in the famous chill-out bar of Sa Trinxa before Colin packed his bags and flew back to Glasgow and Carita arrived the following morning.

June 20, 2005

Espalmador Barbecue

The other night Carita and I had a great barbecue with Jorge from Taniwha on the beach in Espalmador. It went on until 02:30 but even at that time the air was still a balmy 20c as we sat around chatting and drinking too much wine under the moon.

Jorge explained the amazing power of Google marketing in the services industry to me whilst Carita, meanwhile, just passed out on the sand.

June 28, 2005

Too Much to Blog

Sorry for the light blogging recently but there's been so much going on and we've been so busy socializing and sailing that I just haven't had the strength to refuse to go out and sit down to blog. I promise to make up for it and redeem myself, but first tonight we have to finish some wine...