�� Simon wasn�t very lively this morning and
first mate was up first (a rare event) and ready for Tai Chi and exercises.
Alas, it was high tide and our faulty pick up line was now so tight the back of
the boat was two metres off the pontoon and the lines were so tight with the
wind blowing us away there was no way I was going ashore. It wasn�t until Si
emerged and came to my assistance that I was able to prance along the pontoon
but now with the embarrassment of others passing me to go ashore.
�� This morning while nursing his head Si
serviced the engine while I jumped on my bicycle and headed into town. Before
loading the bike with provisions I went south out of the marina and found a
better supermarket where I�ll probably buy the bulky stuff as I can park the bike
right outside the checkouts. From there I hit the central market, returning to
my vegetable stall where luckily I was remembered and Spanish lessons continued
while I bought a few items more to get my face known than through necessity. On
to El Corte Ingl�where at the entrance to the food hall I bumped into Ota and
Jana from �Irma� the Rassy 40 next door but one. I eaves dropped on a chat they
were having with a lovely young lady given the task of interpreter, personal
shopper and dealer of all problems arising with 225 boats preparing for three
weeks at sea. She was a godsend and appeared as if by magic every time a word
was missing from my dictionary or an item couldn�t be found. The amount in my
trolley at the checkout was nothing compared to amount of notes in my book
which was probably just as well as with a mix up at the checkout everything had
to be unloaded and passed through again. Staggering back to the bike I was
relieved to let my Brommy take the weight and returned to Brindabella mentally exhausted
but with a pretty good idea of what meat I will order to be vacuum packed and
what other bits I�ll pick up over the next week or so. To make the most of our
discount vouchers I shall plan provisioning carefully taking with me any top
tips from the provisioning seminar on Thursday.
�� My neighbours have put me to shame with
daily lines full of laundry floating from the rigging, so it was time to catch
up with ours. Unfortunately by the time I had finished washing it the sky had
turned grey and down came the rain. I tended to more sewing jobs until it past
then cluttered the pontoon scrubbing the sprayhood finishing with perfect
timing for scrubbing myself ready for the welcome party sponsored by the
chandlery.�
�� Hopping on our bikes we cycled round to Club
Vela Latina where free drinks, an abundance of tapas and live music entertained
us while we met up with friends and were introduced to more. Paul from �Blonde
Moment� the other Rassy 40 came over for a chat and another fab evening passed.
My bike was a little wonky cycling back: Must be a steering problem!!!!!!!!!!
�
