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the italian job

 

fly alitalia, never again!

between rome and genoa they managed to loose my bag. when i got to the lost baggage section there were about 25 other people in front of me. took me an hour to register.

that left me with one other problem, i flew in on the last flight of the day. after an hour, all the taxi’s had left. i asked the man who was closing up his rental car office if he could please call me a cab, he simply said no, just wait outside one will come. i kind of thought that wouldnt be true as the airport was now closed for the night.

as i started to walk, pondering my next adventure, a walk through downtown genoa in the early hours of saturday morning, i saw a hotel in the airport complex. the concierge was a nice man, he offered without hesitation to call me a cab and within 5 minutes i was on my way.

glad i did it too, the cab ride was a long one and through some of the red light districts in genoa.

saturday gave me time to sleep in a little, check out the two main engines and generators and then take the boat for a sea trial. Sairah the out going captain was in charge, with the new captain, Vladymir the russian and another captain Charlie from Antibes. so many captains meant that they would cover all of the watches between themselves and left me to cover the engine room. the only watch i have to do was between 6 and 7pm while sairah is cooking.

the sea trial went well and we decided to leave at midday on sunday, on schedule.

the airport called me to say my bag was in so i jumped in another cab and got to the airport. to my horror, when i got there, another 20 or so people were in the lost luggage queue, reporting missing bags. i also understood enough to hear one of the airport staff telling them there was an automatic machine in the arrivals area for reporting lost bags. kind of makes you wonder if they do this with every flight into the place?

Sunday at noon, we left as planned. my watches started hourly for the first few hours, then i added on an extra half hour and by midnight, all was well and we were up to every two hours. so i could grab maybe an hour and a half sleep between each inspection.

finally at 4 am on monday morning, captain sairah took one on for me and that meant i could sleep until 9.30. i also got another three and a half hours in the afternoon when captain charlie agreed to take one on but for the rest of the evening i would be sleeping in the crew mess. rotating inspections with the watches of the other captains, i could still get three and a half hours sleep in between. as the captains changed their watch , they would each pick up one engine room inspection for me. thats how it was planned but in reality, i still covered most of them.

06.30 0n tuesday morning i popped on deck to see my first ever volcano. when i first saw it, i thought the steam coming from the top was just cloud formation but as we passed along side it, you could easily see the steam rising from within the crater. my first ever real life volcano!! i got some good pictures of it too, take a look.

later that day, in the straights of messina, we anchored for a couple of hours, put on some diving gear and headed under the boat to clean up the props and shafts. Captain sairah had said we were using 20% more fuel than normal and she thought that might be the answer. i zapped the water with my lazer thermometer, the water was a cool 23.8 degrees, and was blissful to swim in, the current though, was a little dodgy. i think without fins on my feet, i would have gone backwards and not forwards. it wasnt a job i had ever considered doing but hell, getting paid to go for a swim, has to be worth a look.

wierd really, because suddenly it was thursday and i had a generator overheat. nasty one too but managed to get it fixed up within an hour and a half and running again. always a bit of a panic when something goes wrong, your first thoughts are, can i fix it or will i look like a complete muppet? always worse when you dont know your way around a boat, if i can’t fix it, can we work around it and what about if we loose the second gen set?

and then as if by magic, the shop keeper didn’t appear but instead, friday morning came sweeping in. 01.30 and i was awake before my alarm and in the shower, breakfast and then into the ER to do my thing. (thats Engine Room, not emerency room). Everything was looking peachy. within 15 hours we should be moored in turkey.

all in all, been a very quiet trip. i have only had two alarms, they were both for the autopilot off course, and after the second mad scramble to check everything out, we decided to pull the relay out and disconnect the damn thing. i tell you, it is a bit of a rush when you are woken from you sleep by a sound similar to the wail of a dying banshee all over the boat as the general alarm goes off. you quickly wake up thinking ‘oh fuck’ but instantly instinct kicks in. into the ER, check the alarm panel, quick check around the ER before heading to the bridge to check the full alarm panel and seeing exactly where the problem lies. After that, its plain sailing, if you will excuse the punn. and if you are quick enough, you can do all of that before you are fully awake so that falling asleep again is a piece of cake.

Its also a blessing to work in an engine room that i can fully stand up in, and this one is exactly that, three levels, 2 main engines ( both V12 twin turbo diesels, 27 litres each) three generators, a 50,000 litre fuel tank ( yes fifty thousand, that would cost most of us a years wage to fill for two weeks) a good selection of house tools, and an air conditioning system that doesnt break down. the greek islands are always amazing to sail around, the stars much brighter at night without light polution, the seas always the richest blue

At least on this stink pot i have had the majority of uninterrupted sleep, not like my last boat that religously woke me between 1 and 3 am every morning but on the stink pot – nada.

finally at 06.30 this morning, dolphins! i have never been to sea without seeing dolphins so was getting a little worried this time until, i saw the fins playing in the water in front of us. i walked to the bow and hung off the front to watch three huge dolphins playing around the bulbous bow on the front of the boat. i am convinced these boys are as curious about humans as we are them. when they see me, they do two things, roll on their side so that they can see me better and jump out of the water to get air. i tried to tell them to stay there while i went to get my camera but i dont speak turk dolphin, only spanish, portuguese and italian dolphin so they had left by the time i got back. they were three of the biggest i have ever seen. seeing dolphins always makes me feel good inside, a good omen for the sea.

so this adventure will end at around 7pm this evening and at 6am tomorrow, i start my journey home 


the italian job

 
looks like it is finally going to happen. leave portugal on friday night, head to lisbon and then jump on a plane to rome, changing for genoa and then hit the boat.
 
full steam ahead to istanbul and then find a flight back home, finish my holidays here and then head back to palma for a week before flying out to norway on the 5th september.
 
busy schedule i know, and it is still yet to confirm. i reckon though, if it doesnt happen this weekend, i will blow it off completely. I just wanted the experience of a big power boat, the money would be a bonus but is not crucial for my survival
 
next stop – who knows 

time passes

 
let me warn you. its not even eleven o’clock yet but it is already 32 degrees here, not a cloud in sight and the wind has competely dropped.
 
since my little win on the lottery last week, i also had aother win on friday and one more yesterday, seems i am on a roll !
 
I have to head to italy next week to deliver a boat to turkey and i have my schedule for Nariida starting on 5th september in norway confirmed, with salary. my schedule is now booked until new year and will include norway, palma, canaries, caribbean, genoa and then back to palma. all of this before new year, not forgetting my little trip to england at the end of september.
 
the bad news, still not able to surf due to knee injury. i have a sneaky feeling i will not surf while i am here this time. will have to wait for a break in my schedule in november to get back into it. life is tough sometimes.
 
the fun side, i found someone with a chain saw so this afternoon, that damn fig tree will be down for good. i like trees of course but as no-one is taking the fruit, the tree doubles in size each year and each new shoot produces fruit too so without attention, this tree will take over more of my land than the belgian neighbour next door, and that is some serious square footage.
 
apart from that, not a great deal more to report. the place is now filling rapidly with tourists so i tend to keep myself to myself.
 
enough

finally

 
somthing funny by email that i havent already seen a million times already.
 
check out thelatst photos and make sure to view them on full screen  

winner

 
always nice to log onto your email and see a mail from the lottery ‘news about your ticket’. managed to plug 4 numbers on saturdays lottery and won 46 of your johnny english pounds. if only every day could start that way!
 
had a bit of a late night last night, or rather, a very early morning. my first proper night out in sagres. always good to see drunk engish chicks spewing up in the middle of the road, pure class. 
 
the dromedario was busy, as you would expect full of tourists. i like the place and the staff, i just prefer it when i know all of the faces that are in here too, that only happens in te wintertime but makes for much better parties.
 
i am sure in the next week or so, things will become very busy so i will need to hide away.
 
there is talk of a delivery from italy to turkey on a power boat. i pitched my price plus expenses of course but am still waiting to hear back. not too bothered about the money but the experience would be a good thing. the boat is due to leave this week from genoa. more on that if it happens.
 
so i am not long out of bed and wondering what to do with the rest of the day. might make it to the beach for sunset and have a paddle and a swim but apart from that, nothing hectic planned.
 
sorry i have no manic surf stories to tell you, as soon as i am fit to surf again, they will be here, maybe even another naked excursion.

in recovery

 
still a little wobbly on my twisted knee so not able to surf. managed a swim and paddle at the beach this morning at 7am before the tourists got out of bed. the water was unusally cold for the south coast but i was just happy to be doing something.
 
busy cleaning up the love nest, throwing away all the old crap that i have amassed and never used. strange thing is, if you put something next to your bin here, it is never long before someone takes it away and uses it for something.
 
so the small annex has now been cleaned out and i have re-stowed all of the boards that i now have. ok, one is linekes and two are ruperts but i still have my two in there too.
 
i have been trying to talk justin into making me a new longboard but at ten feet plus, there just isnt room in there to make it so i will either have to get in touch with davey the ding man in st agnes or buy a pop out (a little impersonal i know). i may try billy boy at carapateira but he really is a short board dude.
 
enough!
 
things are very slow here in sagres, not too many tourists, most of them are spanish but thats how i like it anyway.
 
must dash, have more cleaning to do

pain and suffering

 
ok, so one dead dude on tonel beach wasnt good enough!
 
yesterday morning i surfed for half an hour, thats all i could manage. so i figured surf each morning and each night for as long as i could manage until i was up to full strength, so last night i returned to tonel.
 
not a perfect wave but not too big which was just how i wanted it. third wave of the session, went to get to my feet, missed and twisted my knee!
 
then the struggle started. the damaged knee was also on the leg that my leash was attached to so with each wave, my leg was pulled even more. i managed to belly ride the board into the shallows then i had to release my leash and let the board get washed into the beach.
 
i scrambled into the beach and grabbed my board. unusually, i had walked to the far side of the beach to surf so i had a long hobble back. lucky i guess, i could have gone somewhere else with a rock climb to get off the beach. seems it was a week that tonel would claim more than one casualties but at least this time i was alive, not like the dude that was face up on the sand early on sunday morning.
 
feeling more than a little sorry for myself, i headed to the bubble for a beer and something to eat. They still sell Bohemia only this time , a special edition at 6.6%, it is as smooth as the underside of a milky bar!
 
two of those, a toastie and i drove home and slept fro 12 hours solid.
 
so now i face a week or two of recovery, living in a place where there is nothing to do but surf or drink beer. i will take my board to the beach and go for a paddle, a bit lame i know but at least i can start building strength into my upper body again. i still have my snorkelling gear too so i should find some interesting things on the sea bed, maybe i will buy a harpoon and see if i can catch some fish the old fashioned way.
 
whatever happens next, i will be sure to keep you entertained for the rest of the summer.
 
keep coming back for a read whenever you can. i have had close to 16,000 readers on this page since it started. not outstanding in commercial terms but not bad or a private blog page. maybe i will give a prize to the 20,000 reader ?
 
 
 
 

return of the traveller

 
safe and sound in portugal again. managed to keep to schedule too, arrived on sunday morning at around 05.30.
 
when it got light, i headed to mareta to check for a wave, a small ripple but not enough to surf, next stop was tonel.
laying on th ebeach was a body of a young surf dude, with a couple of paramedics around him. seems he had been at the party on the top of the cliffs and either fell off or decided to take an early swim , no doubt full of booze or drugs or a combination of the two.
 
either way, the sight of a dead body on the beach at 6am was not appealing so i never bothered to surf yesterday.
 
woke at 6 this morning and headed back to tonel, no one in the water and a small wave, ideal for someone who has spent 7 months out of the water, so i had a go.
 
pathetic, is all i can say.
 
after half an hour i was knackered. i caught one wave and didnt make it to my feet cleanly so i decided enough was enough. will go again tonight at sunset, i guess i was unfit, out of practise and worrying about the dead dude.
 
give me a week or two and i will be up to speed.
 
 
so not much has changed in sagres. more of my friends are still here than i thought would be, and of course, there are a shit load of spanish too.
 
either way, the scene is set for the summer, this is where i will be
 
come and join me if you can get time off work

palma-ised

 
i heard this word tonight and it kinda sums up what palma does to the young and influencial yachting fraternity.
 
Palma as a city is a great place, and remember, i say this when i live in the middle of a national park in the middle of nowhere in portugal!
 
it is a great place but it takes it toll. There are three things that are plentiful in palma.
 
1. dog shit on the streets.
 
ok, things have improved of late, with the fine for fouling doubled last month, i now see more people picking up their dog doo than i do leave it behind, something of a quantum shift! these streets used to be a litteral shit hole, only one place worse that i know of, Valencia!
 
2. hedonistic attitudes towards casual sex
 
Maybe because it is a holiday island but i have never seen so much free for all shagging in one place, everyone seems to be at it, with as many pieces as possible, married or single, it doesnt matter, if ever a phrase was perfect for an island, every hole is a goal  seems to have been made up by someone from palma. A german friend of mine from the black forrest once nick named this place pussy island. he wasnt wrong. I do think though the attitude of free love is helped along massively by
 
3. an uncontrolled amount of readily available coke and pills.
 
whatever you want, is openly peddled on the streets. you can see the gypsies peddling form their push chairs in the court yards. a couple of months ago, the chief of police was discharged after it was proved that he was in cahoots with the local drug barons. i have seen many people come here clean and green but then plunge into the depths of nothing more than being a solid coke head and quickly their lives dissappear as they enter the vicious circle of being too drug fucked to get out of bed to go to work.
 
 
so once again i leave palma, well at midday tomorrow to be precise. my departure was perfectly timed so that i should arrive in portugal at home as the sun rises on sunday morning, just in time for a sunrise surf session. Yep, planned to perfection, thats as hedonistic as i get!
 
so here comes the summer. think of me while you are working your asses off, i will be doing bugger all except beach and surf until early september when i will be heading to norway to join my next boat. so by the time i hit inglaterra at the end of september i will be perfectly tanned, taking on my adonis like physique, there to woo and frustrate the local english chicks.
 
so tomorrow at around 7pm local time (6pm UK) i will be arriving in valencia and beginning my 1000 kms treck across southern spain, andalucia and the algarve until i get home at around 5am uk time. then i will unpack, grab my boards and head out to tonel as my first beach of choice, then mareta. if there is nothing to be found at either of them, a quick sprint northward up the west coast and i will find myself at the mighty praia do armado , where , you can bet your sweet ass there will be a wave and a small hippy commune.
 
somewhere in my bags is one block of surf wax, i will paste up the groovey and the long board and head out. once the session is finished, bubble lounge is waiting, then , buy some new wax and paste up the boards ready for the sunday evening sessions if i am still awake
 
so, next time you hear from me, i will be home in portugal and once again, only available on my portuguese phone number. if you dont have it, you can view my profile and contact card at the top left of this page.
 
ate a proxima
 
 
 
authors footnote – the author would like to thank dan the man *kiwi* for enlightening me on the phrase palma-ised tonight while i was having a beer in the tavarua, all credit for that headline goes to him
 
 
 

preparing for the inevitable

 
hit the beach today, first time in too long. OK so it was only the med but it was a beach all the same.
 
suddenly the familiar feelings started coming back, the smell of sun oil, the feel of the sand on my feet, the sun beating down.
 
it will only be a few days