This was another heinous 6 day sail crossing from Malta to Greece via the Ionian Sea. In the middle, we were hundreds of miles from anything. It rained often, I was cold, everything was wet, & we ran out of cooking gas. We all knew that would happen since we could not procure it over the holidays while in Malta, but it still blew! Okay, anyhow, we went from wet and windy, to wet, to no wind, to wind. When you came on shift you would ask, any rain, any big ones (waves that came over the whole boat soaking everything)?Sleeping Giants:
Twelve miles off of Malta is a spot where the Med is just a few hundred feet deep and we passed through 35 huge ships sleeping at anchor. Brian was doing the Porky Pig " Be wery, wery, quiet" as we sail silently between them.
This ship wasn't sleeping!On the windless nights the stars shone so brightly that one has to concluded that there has to be life out there just based on numbers. If 0.000001% chance were considered, there would be at least 100 possiblities. Yeah, we got a lot of time on our hands to think up this stuff, especially in the middle of the night, alone, at the helm.
