Spanish dolphins holiday (cont.)
Entry for September 21, 2006: Knowing the way to San José isn’t the problem. It’s getting away!
This is our second day moored to the dock.
There has been a storm warning out in the Med. Despite the alert we set out early this morning. We were all tired of hanging around the port.
Once outside the breakwater, the swell was pretty choppy and I inquired of the captain, as to whether we would use the possible evacuation of my stomach as an indication that we should head back?
His reply was that ‘a decent percentage’ of the crew hanging over the railing would be more persuasive then just my discomfort.
Once out there, the captain cruised around a bit, and got concerned
that the ship was going to suffer some damage, when she slid into the
troughs, and slammed through the oncoming waves, so we headed back to
port.
Rather then mooching around the boat and surrounding harbor, we all
were appointed Boat maintenance jobs. Some people bitched a bit, but I
was hanging (note: 'hanging' means heighten expectation) to lay my hands on this beautiful old vessel.
I got to wield an angle grinder with a sanding disk bolted to the shaft, and I stripped a century worth of layered varnish off the forward hatch and the rear railings.
We stripped off, and re-caulked the gaps between the decking planks and brushed on a protective coating of modern lacquer, bringing all the wood up to a high gloss.
Very satisfying.
There was also a team that bolted a carved wooden dolphin to the bow.
This was ‘Dolphin by committee.’ The four people assigned to the job spent more time talking about what they should do, then the actual instillation.
The figure head looks good though.
This is our second day moored to the dock.
There has been a storm warning out in the Med. Despite the alert we set out early this morning. We were all tired of hanging around the port.
Once outside the breakwater, the swell was pretty choppy and I inquired of the captain, as to whether we would use the possible evacuation of my stomach as an indication that we should head back?
His reply was that ‘a decent percentage’ of the crew hanging over the railing would be more persuasive then just my discomfort.
Once out there, the captain cruised around a bit, and got concerned
that the ship was going to suffer some damage, when she slid into the
troughs, and slammed through the oncoming waves, so we headed back to
port.
Rather then mooching around the boat and surrounding harbor, we all
were appointed Boat maintenance jobs. Some people bitched a bit, but I
was hanging (note: 'hanging' means heighten expectation) to lay my hands on this beautiful old vessel.
I got to wield an angle grinder with a sanding disk bolted to the shaft, and I stripped a century worth of layered varnish off the forward hatch and the rear railings.
We stripped off, and re-caulked the gaps between the decking planks and brushed on a protective coating of modern lacquer, bringing all the wood up to a high gloss.
Very satisfying.
There was also a team that bolted a carved wooden dolphin to the bow.This was ‘Dolphin by committee.’ The four people assigned to the job spent more time talking about what they should do, then the actual instillation.
The figure head looks good though.
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