Back in Gijon, we´ve got the internet hooked up in the boat and I´m looking for a plan B to avoid going home prematurely. Right on queue, as one door closes, another opens - it´s probably something to do with air pressure in the room. An email has turned up from a German whom I wrote to a few weeks ago. He´s got a space on a delivery from Rota to Gran Canaria. That sounds like it would make a fine plan B.
In the meantime, I can hang out on the boat with Captain Andy. We get on well. We take turns playing chef. We swill tea in the afternoon and grog in the evenings. And we spin long nautical yarns about fearsome sailors and creatures of the deep sea.
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