Day 254 – Hello Faraway

Day 254 – 28th March 2011

Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Islas Canarias

So there I was, standing at the wire calling “John”, then once more, much louder after all his hearing is poor. 

“Hey, great ta see ya!” he called back as he boarded little Nearby and rowed over to see me.  Within minutes he was at the rocks at the end of the marina fence.  My stomach was doing somersaults.  I had a real sinking feeling.  Not exactly the excitement I felt when I first joined in Donegal for my shakedown cruise.  I thought I was going to be ill there and then.  What the hell was I doing?  I felt my eyes brimming and my words were strained as I forced them out of my throat, swallowing hard trying not to break down.

“I’ll bring a bag over around 6ish” I told him. 

“The boat’s all nifty now, see you at six.”

I wrote a list of everything I’d need for the passage.

Toothbrush, wet wipes, razors, batteries, yes definitely batteries for the ‘new camera’ pen refills and notebook.

Dan and I were sad.  We struggled to do any shopping and I returned to the boat to do the laundry.  It was too late when I got back and I was hot and sweaty so I went for a shower instead.  I told John I would bring the bag the following day – I couldn’t bring myself t pack.

Later that evening, Dan asked with sadness and melancholy in his voice “Will I make some food now?” 

“Yes please, I’m tired and hungry and it is 9pm.  We can choose to be sad or we can choose to be happy, I suggest we try happy.” We had a truly enjoyable evening then with a bottle of wine to assist.  By midnight, I’d agreed to give Dan’s scraggly beard a trim and a shave and we liberated the cork from a second bottle of Rioja. 

With Dan sitting on the cabin sole and me kneeling beside him I made him look as sexy as ever although a touch lopsided!

A brave man indeed!

Menu today

Breakfast – Coffee and toast

Lunch – Prawn lettuce and tomato sandwich

Dinner – Spinach quiche, coleslaw followed by an apple pastry and wine

Snacks – Banana, juice and a fig biscuit

Meraid Griffin

Freelance writer, adventurer and public speaker. Descibed in the Sunday Times as a ‘modest explorer’. Nothing modest about me.

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