Abandoned boat: Spanish dolphins holiday (cont.)
Entry for September 19 2006: Back in the Port Almaria On leaving San Jose, a buzz worked it’s way though the crew. Something had been sighted out in the Mediterranean and it wasn’t dolphins. We soon drew up to an abandoned boat. A small aluminum dinghy. The sort that weekend fishermen use back home. As we approached the rolling tub, the scuttlebutt amongst the crew was that the boat could have been used by drug runners or refugees. The boat was empty but for a pile of orange life jackets. It’s hard to believe that people set out across the Mediterranean in craft that should be punting about on a quiet lake. Something must have caught someone’s eye cause the boat was hooked, and bought along side. Intrepid Carlos (the one whose snoring, I reckon has been scaring away anything with ears for a few hundred kilometres) leapt aboard the wildly pitching dingy and after working away with a wrench, retrieved a compass of surprisingly good quality. As we pulled aw...