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Grenada

We are on the ground. The island reminds me of Porquerolles, France, even if the temperature, vegetation is lush and 'tropical type. Yesterday we moored the boat on arrival at Prickly Bay, a small bay where there are dozens of yachts of all sizes anchored. Them and us' was reserved a seat at one of the piers, and that the 'very lucky because there' s room for only a dozen boats. It seems that the owner of Nimrod is treating the purchase of an apartment building in a post-modern I made glass and steel, complete with swimming pool water, in front of the pier - and then we were well treated.

The place is' strange: though there are these buildings very luxurious but definitely out of context (even in the pool there are the light that simulates a starry sky at night), docks for the boats are made of wood rather poor, so that in some places are already 'broken. It seems like a movie set, even here the speculation is basically aimed at the appearance.

The marina, there 's a bar, tiki bar, where it meets the "seafarers" to mulch beer and rum. It 's not just a wooden bar in the middle of a meadow, with tables and stools around. The customers are all or almost all British, American, Australian, all men, blond and tattooed Abbronzatissimi, many with the beard is not shaved for days and the belly from beer drinkers, and women (and a few all the result of some sailor) they also wear tan all the dresses on the costumes. All invariably with flip-flops. Eta 'medium high, many retirees, some with children in tow. A microcosm in itself made up of people living on the boat, working boat. I hear talk of racing, charter, storms, etc. - stories by sailors. I chat with a British 29 year-old who lives alone by 2 years on a boat in the Caribbean, he bought as a remnant of a storm, and if the redesign is little by little. He says he spends no more than to live 'of 8000 pounds a year ... I hear the merits of dehydrated meals for transoceanic races, the winners of the Sydney-Hobart and that 'just ended. The staff of the marina, all of Grenada, they are nice and friendly and 'easy to talk with them. Physically I am dark skinned, tall, with features similar to the Jamaicans, but rather in almost all meat.

The marina is' run by David, a Milanese who has lived here for 10 years, married with a grenade. On the door hung a flag of the navy's importance, of which 'loyal supporter. David gives me the directions to orient in Grenada. Then I go with Walter for a walk to the shopping center rather Americans and we stop for a coffee 'by Luke, another Italian who has lived here for years. Unfortunately, however, 'the espresso machine and' course and we have to settle for a coffee 'American. In return our companions are already 'drunk and go to tender to other places to continue drinking. I retreat to the deck of the boat to take a rest and chamomile.

Maybelline Mousse Blush Soft Plum Swatch

earth!

29/12-gg 21 - 11'56'N, 61'27'W, 16 miles from Grenada

today at 15.30 GMT, we sighted land. Gia '1 hour before we were on deck with binoculars, trying to glimpse the island. We are preparing for the arrival of the boat. First of all, we hoisted the yellow flag, which means "there are no outbreaks on board, ask for permission to clear." We will arrive at Prickly Bay, where we expect a pier, but we will have to anchor and wait for Jof go to customs to be cleared. Curious that can 'go it alone with our passports, there is no' need to see us in the face. Then when we finally returned to moor at the quay. Promises an evening of celebration! Not before I finally made my first swim in the sea after 21 days at sea!

Rainbow Sentinel Super Pro

two jumps in the water

27/12- gg19 - 12'03'N, 55'42'W, 350 miles from Grenada

Yesterday, the wind is gradually increased, reaching over 20 knots. When I dismounted from my round was already strong, and it was difficult to take the helm. During the night, is further increased, and the boat gave sudden lateral accelerations. I listened to the bunk il rumore dell'acqua che accellerava sullo scafo, senza riuscire a prendere sonno. 

La mattina mi sono alzato stanco, e ho trovato una situazione molto difficile, con la barca che straorzava ed era difficile tenerla in rotta. Jof era sveglio, e gli ho suggerito di ammainare lo spi, ma non ha voluto saperne - ormai l'ansia di arrivare é palpabile. Così mi sono messo a lottare con il timone per tenere la barca dritta. Nel frattempo il vento era arrivato a raffiche di 25 nodi, e cominciavo ad essere in difficoltà. La lotta é andata avanti per circa un'ora, poi ha vinto il vento: con un tonfo sordo, ho visto lo spi sgonfiarsi e cadere in acqua. Subito abbiamo svegliato l'intero equipaggio, ed abbiamo began the difficult recovery operation, which took us for a good half hour. Luckily it seems that is not torn, it is "only" broke the shackles that held him up. So we put it in his bag while the worst, and we continue with a bow. The spinnaker can no longer give: their halyard and the mast remained, and no one can go to retrieve it with the rough sea ... And then we lost the "condom" a cylinder of canvas that allows you to hoist the spinnaker without swollen. Maybe this will slow down a bit there, but we arrived on Tuesday in the day. Meanwhile, the night has also made a splash off the door of the washing machine, and also there is a bent stanchion. In short, These three weeks have demolished half the boat!

pennica After a long, I took the opportunity to see me a movie in peace. Meanwhile, Archie, played with Leggy and Jof Banzigo, taking it in turns to be lowered into the water to rinferscarsi.

Cutting The Silver Cordastroprojection

we're almost there!

28/12 - gg20 - 12'37'N, 58'33'W, 190 miglia da Grenada

Oggi é l'ultimo giorno, domani arriveremo a Grenada. Siamo tutti contenti e ansiosi di avvistare finalmente terra. All'arrivo avremo percorso 4500 miglia nautiche da Palma de Mallorca, pari a 8300 km. Mi sembra incredibile aver percorso questa distanza alla velocità di non più di 20 km orari... gli inglesi dicono che la vela é l'arte di non andare da nessuna parte, molto lentamente e ad alto costo, ma invece noi stiamo arrivando...

Ormai c'é un certo lassismo a bordo, ascoltiamo musica, vediamo dvd, si mangia a volontà, si cerca qualsiasi svago per ammazzare le last hours. Last night a black bird has settled on the boat and stayed until dawn. Maybe he was exhausted from the long journey? Walter has put a little water at the stern and rice, to feed them. As they say, at sea there is an obligation to rescue fellow sailors, regardless of origin, race, species, etc..

It is said that at the end of a path is time to take stock. So, here are 10 reasons to prefer the plane to go sailing across the Atlantic:

1) is free, usually

2) if it makes you vomit, you should not do it in a bag paper

3) if you're only six hours behind schedule in six happy

4) if you smoke in the bathroom does not sound the alarm

5) no one has ever crashed into a sailboat on the skyscrapers, or hijacked a sailboat

6) there is no line at check in to board

7) If you want a bed to sleep even if you're not in business class

8) glad if the pilot is you drive a little

9) if your neighbor stink, you just sit over

10) hostesses are usually in a bathing suit

That said, tomorrow I will try to publish all these posts for posterity.