Last night we had no wind here in St. George’s harbor. We both noticed how quiet it was in the anchorage. Well no wonder. Everyone is either coming from or going to Europe. They are all exhausted. Mel thought before going to bed, “I’ll probably wake up in the middle of the night since I am so used to night shifts.” Ha! The next thing she knew, it was 9 o’clock in the morning. Circadian rhythms are no match for the post-offshore sleep!
Mel is watching Greg run around the boat and change the oil. He suspects a fuel fill line is kinked in our starboard engine, which is why it had so much regurge when we were gassing up yesterday. We also have to replace the block that hurtled off of our jib. Minimal fixes, really. You did good, Marvin. Real good.
Mel is too tired to be clever so she will conclude this post with a few pics of our journey.
The joys of provisioning before we leave
Florida waves farewell to Marvin. And Amazon’s stock goes down.
Sunset at sea.
A cloudy day at sea
The barn swallow that will shortly partake of the Palliative Care Center
The barn swallow and his friend find our lifelines adequate
More birds come to visit
This flying fish didn’t expect to see us.
Mel rests on the topsides as we motor away
Greg inspects the boat before it gets dark
We get the Parasailor out!
The Parasailor likes it when the wind is over 10 kts
View through the leaky escape hatch at sunset. Note shammie.
Sunrise pic. We are headed in the right direction!
The Portuguese Man-Of-War, which Mel has learned is a hydroid, not a jellyfish.
A lot of this happens.
Mel takes selfies when she is bored
Our hydrogenerator and the weird setup we have to raise and lower it
Sparkly today!
When the wind stops bothering the sea, it is quite pretty
More pics of calm
Just fabulous!
Gypsy adapts after two days
Motoring is so boring we let the cat take a watch
The lighthouse welcomes us to Bermuda
Would be fun to visit a paint store here!
I hope the ones on the cliff are cheap…
Bermuda rises sharply from the sea — no wonder there are shipwrecks here!
Mel plans their entrance into St. George’s harbor
Old fort as we head into the harbor
The water takes on beautiful colors as it gets shallow — a little greener than the Bahamas
Many boats frolic in the harbor, just like Curacao
Lots of trees — Greg and Mel sneezed as soon as they got near land!
The palms are a little different here
The Customs House beckons
The Customs dock and our laborious 10 ft walk to the customs house
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Well you made Bermuda and the triangle failed to claim another victim (except maybe for a few barn swallows). You showed it! Now you should be on the hunt for the so called Bermuda shorts. Probably just an urban legend.
Well you made Bermuda and the triangle failed to claim another victim (except maybe for a few barn swallows). You showed it! Now you should be on the hunt for the so called Bermuda shorts. Probably just an urban legend.