August
16-17 2012
On Thursday
morning we finally dragged ourselves away from Cala Portals and headed the
short trip back across the bay to Palma. Marc was arriving back from the UK that
evening and if everything went to plan we’d be getting our radio back and
hopefully having a new battery charger fitted. Then we could fill the boat to
the brim with provisions and head for Menorca and on to Sardinia to really get
this cruising business started.
We
were really looking forward to this next stage of our Mediterranean adventures
but a text message we received as we entered harbour put a hold on things. The
radio was still not back. It may have been with them for over two weeks but
that didn’t matter. Europe closes for August. Quite simply everybody including
huge companies simply shut up shop for the whole month and go on holiday. Our
radio was apparently sitting on a bench in a deserted workshop at Raymarine
somewhere and Walter our marine electrician held little hope of seeing it
before September. Definitely not the news we wanted. We were going to have to
spend another two weeks in Mallorca at least and we could see summer slipping
away.
We
decided to provision the boat anyway so hit the supermarket with a big 700 Euro
shop. Thank goodness for home delivery. The lot was delivered right to the boat
that evening. We welcomed Marc back just in time for him to help load it all
onboard. It was just what he needed after a flight from London of course.
We
settled in for a few catch up drinks in the cockpit after dinner when a three
parts drunk Scott from a charter boat down the dock decided to invite himself
to the party. Everybody on his boat had gone to bed so he arrived at ours with
a bottle of Gin and many tales about his life. He was harmless so we humoured
him until we really wanted to go to bed and indicated so. It wasn’t until next
morning that we realised he’d not only left with his Gin but also our tonic and
a glass to drink it in. Thanks Joe from
Glasgow.
We
really didn’t want to be in the marina on Friday because that’s when all the
charter boats come back in and the place turns into an absolute zoo but we were
hopeful of at least coming up with a battery charger to make some progress. A
morning of chasing proved fruitless with the same response everywhere, ‘August, gone holiday. Come back next month.’
Some of the 'Jeanneau' letters were missing so we decided to remove the rest but at one stage this is what we had. Jean from Doubletime will be impressed. |
We
did however have another great lunch at our local in next marina with their
menu of the day. It’s hard to beat 9.50 euro for a starter of a huge plate of
Paela, a second course of chicken or fish followed by desert and all accompanied
by a bottle of wine and water.
Enjoying
sundowners that evening we were relieved not to have another visit from Joe but
some French charterers from one of the boats did come over and ‘borrow’ some orange juice as they
needed it desperately for their vodka. Next morning as they were packing
everything off their boat and getting ready to leave they come over to tell us
they have some food leftover from their week on the boat, would we want it. So
Karen wandered over to have a look only to learn they wantedr to sell it to us.
Thanks but no thanks and hope you choked on the orange juice.
It was definitely time for us to get the hell out of there.
We had time to kill before we had to come back to Palma yet again so we were
going to circumnavigate Mallorca. Throw off the lines, all ahead slow.
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That would explain the news report we heard about some random French boaties found dead, believed to have asphyxiated on inhaled OJ.
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