Spanish dolphins holiday (cont.)
Entry for September 18 2006: Port of San Jose
Our new mooring is stunning. The water is so clear, it’s like wobbly solidified air. The tiny town that hugs the port beautiful too.
As soon as we docked yesterday afternoon, the captain disappeared to have a shower.
We all de-boated and swarmed into a bar that sat right on the docks.
Up till now, Ricardo had been grabbing a quick sluicing under a hose on the pier in the mornings, before for starting the engines.
He reappeared next to our table freshly scrubbed and sporting pants that had been ironed. He disappeared off into the Spanish countryside with an American fisheries researcher who had been hitching a lift with us, to attend a meeting with some political big wigs.
While we were draining glasses of local beer or red wine mixed with lemonade, Ana his wife and primary researcher (she's the one with the degree) revealed that this was the only port where the showers were decent enough for him to use.
We still haven’t spotted much dolphin activity.
We finished our afternoon drinks and all decided to take advantage of these 'decent' amenities.
The girls managed to lose the key to the women’s showers.
To the rescue was the young air stewardess from Hong Kong, who shimmied through one of the small round windows to let them all in.
The key turned up later in someone’s toiletry bag.
I’ve felt very rough the first couple of days which could be a problem as the weather has been pretty good.
I’m the only one to chunder, and I did it on the first day out.
I'm beginning to think that a holiday on a boat wasn't such a good idea.
Over dinner, we heard a story about the ‘one time past’ when Toftevaag was caught out at sea during an unusually violent electrical storm.
Ana was freaked out cause they where sitting under the only tree for hundreds of kilometers.
The mast!
Our new mooring is stunning. The water is so clear, it’s like wobbly solidified air. The tiny town that hugs the port beautiful too.
As soon as we docked yesterday afternoon, the captain disappeared to have a shower. We all de-boated and swarmed into a bar that sat right on the docks.
Up till now, Ricardo had been grabbing a quick sluicing under a hose on the pier in the mornings, before for starting the engines.
He reappeared next to our table freshly scrubbed and sporting pants that had been ironed. He disappeared off into the Spanish countryside with an American fisheries researcher who had been hitching a lift with us, to attend a meeting with some political big wigs.
While we were draining glasses of local beer or red wine mixed with lemonade, Ana his wife and primary researcher (she's the one with the degree) revealed that this was the only port where the showers were decent enough for him to use.
We still haven’t spotted much dolphin activity.We finished our afternoon drinks and all decided to take advantage of these 'decent' amenities.
The girls managed to lose the key to the women’s showers.
To the rescue was the young air stewardess from Hong Kong, who shimmied through one of the small round windows to let them all in.
The key turned up later in someone’s toiletry bag.
I’ve felt very rough the first couple of days which could be a problem as the weather has been pretty good.
I’m the only one to chunder, and I did it on the first day out.
I'm beginning to think that a holiday on a boat wasn't such a good idea.
Over dinner, we heard a story about the ‘one time past’ when Toftevaag was caught out at sea during an unusually violent electrical storm.
Ana was freaked out cause they where sitting under the only tree for hundreds of kilometers.
The mast!
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