Final fishy thoughts
Tillymint.fortescue
Sun 20 Sep 2009 19:56
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Those of you who wept for the heartbroken wahu of
my earlier tale may be slightly mollified to know the fishy couple made a
delightful supper. Stuffed with butter and capers, Mr and Mrs W.A. Hu lay in
state on a bed of rice before being devoured - with a dollop of hollandaise - by
three hungry mariners. Consensus view was that they were a cross between
mackerel, tuna and seabass, with just a hint of vodka. Darned fine they were
too.
We've gybed the gib (gingerly, as luck would have
it) and set our course for the southern tip of Lanzarote - now just 60 miles
away. We should be screeching round the waypoint and into Playa Blanca just as
the sun comes up and my watch comes to an end. No sign of the island yet,
though. We've just had to 'dodge' a 4000m mountain peak, which rises almost
sheer from the seabed and comes to a halt just 20 metres below the surface of
the sea. It didn't seem wise to see what happens when you sail over an
underwater volcano, so we detoured between one caldera and another.
Our destination, it turns out, is the most
beautiful of all the Canary Islands, even though it has barely a scrap of
vegetation. Options for entertainment after cleaning up the boat tomorrow
morning include beach, mountain walks, beach, old castles, beach and watching
lunch cooked over the 300 degree heat of a lava flow. Oh, and we could go to the
beach.
So spare us a thought if you're trudging to
work tomorrow. We have some tough decisions to
make...
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