"When you get to my age you don't think about the things you did do, you regret the things you didn't do."
(Leon Horn, 2010, somewhere in Turkey)
"One of the reasons why I embarked on this journey"
(Leon Horn, 2010, somewhere in Turkey)
"One of the reasons why I embarked on this journey"
May your dreams come true
Theres no need to cry I will be with you.... May your dreams come true Theres no need to cry I will be with you... Nanita...na na nanita.. We'll find a way Just trust in me... A smile from you Turns the gray sky to blue Nanita nana I'll pray for you |
Nanita na na nanita
I'm begging you Please trust in me Could I describe those Big brown eyes? Nanita nana See the stars in the skies Nanita nanita Happiness is not hard to find Now close your eyes just wait and see we'll find a way please trust in me |
17/4/2012 Shelter Bay Marina
Life has now slowed down to a ridiculously relaxed enjoyable pace. Awaking about 0630 checking emails and having a bit of a yarn with Dave. I decided to go to the Chagras River to see if I could catch a fish and enjoy the ride there.
No fish were caught, the ride was enjoyed, as was the solitude at the place chosen to fish.
The last two days had been busy on the canal with lots of conversation.
This was bliss, watching Grey Pelicans dive for food and the odd bigger fish also seeking to plunder the same bounty, all this near the surface of the wind affected sea around me.
Arriving back at the marina, a kip for a few hours was enjoyed followed by dinner and drinks with Dave, Pippa and Dee who helped line handle on the canal. They also had a towel I left on board.
Daves parts turned up over dinner, so we will fix the wind vein self steering tomorrow and dare I say it make passage for Portabelo Friday, an easy day sail.
The weather now is becoming unsettled with storms brewing. Over at the river there had been heavy rain, it gave me an indication of conditions in the tropics during the wet. To say it was steamy and hot, hardly describes the scenario. Being inside a plastic bag with some perforation lying on a concrete slab in the heat of the day is getting closer.
No wonder the French lost so many workers during their attempt at building the canal. Lacing the heat with disease would leave one with little will to survive.
Dave and I are getting on really well. He will talk, and I will say “what was that” and he will reply, “ I was only talking to Tigre”, is normal.
We discuss what has to be said, laced with a bit of waffle and a laugh, but not to much.
It is a nice relationship, not often experienced, with many of its ingredients comfortably left unspoken.
We are both looking forward to uncleating the dock lines on Friday.
Life has now slowed down to a ridiculously relaxed enjoyable pace. Awaking about 0630 checking emails and having a bit of a yarn with Dave. I decided to go to the Chagras River to see if I could catch a fish and enjoy the ride there.
No fish were caught, the ride was enjoyed, as was the solitude at the place chosen to fish.
The last two days had been busy on the canal with lots of conversation.
This was bliss, watching Grey Pelicans dive for food and the odd bigger fish also seeking to plunder the same bounty, all this near the surface of the wind affected sea around me.
Arriving back at the marina, a kip for a few hours was enjoyed followed by dinner and drinks with Dave, Pippa and Dee who helped line handle on the canal. They also had a towel I left on board.
Daves parts turned up over dinner, so we will fix the wind vein self steering tomorrow and dare I say it make passage for Portabelo Friday, an easy day sail.
The weather now is becoming unsettled with storms brewing. Over at the river there had been heavy rain, it gave me an indication of conditions in the tropics during the wet. To say it was steamy and hot, hardly describes the scenario. Being inside a plastic bag with some perforation lying on a concrete slab in the heat of the day is getting closer.
No wonder the French lost so many workers during their attempt at building the canal. Lacing the heat with disease would leave one with little will to survive.
Dave and I are getting on really well. He will talk, and I will say “what was that” and he will reply, “ I was only talking to Tigre”, is normal.
We discuss what has to be said, laced with a bit of waffle and a laugh, but not to much.
It is a nice relationship, not often experienced, with many of its ingredients comfortably left unspoken.
We are both looking forward to uncleating the dock lines on Friday.