Canaries Crossing between islands we had a wee race with another cat. This is me tensioning the screecher halyard to try and get a bit more speed. The result below, our bowsprit started to come apart ! This was the last sail of the screecher which never really worked. We have replaced it with an old spinnaker which we picked up from a cruising Trimeran for 500 Euros and had done great service since.
A quiet anchorage until midnight when in came the Aida Bella with lightsblazing and playing loud 80‘s German disco music ! We have been pursued be her and her sister ships around the Canaries.
Yellow submarine. Note the desolate scenery and elegant housing in the background. We thought most of the Canaries were ‘A slag heap with tourist villages’. They must have had good salesmen.
