I can still smell the coffee, as I sit in my office in the cold damp UK, thinking about my many adventures to our Yacht in Spain, not ever thinking about the cost of it all, memories just get better and better. Many visits to the boat simply merge into a fantastic memory trip whenever I get the time to daydream.
To be honest I have lost count how many times the stories have been told over a beer or two in my local pub hear in my hometown of Conwy North Wales. Before they vanish from my memory bank I thought might interest some readers, particularly if your lucky enough to be considering such an indulgence to sharer some of my pleasures of owning and sailing a boat in the Mediterranean. I sit and reminisce hoping good times ahead will allow me to enjoy new boating pleasures abroad in coming years.
Bloody seagulls bashing a fish to death on the forward hatch was one of the sights I could do with forgetting especially having woken to feel the intense heat blasting through the open hatch. The Seagulls seem to know I had a hang over, having no energy or will to move from my bed I suffered the bashing for what seemed to be an eternity before shouting at the top of my voice a well known international phrase “F Off” While booting the cabin ceiling! Obviously heard it a many times from hung over sailors as the bashing continued. Time to get up!
Realising I had thrown of my bedding in the night, what a pleasure it normally was stirring to the warmth of the morning sun having arrived late the night before and drinking myself senseless in the bar collapsing into my bed a couple of hours before the sun was due to rise.
My fellow crew members were already up and about, thinking they were clever leaving the bar early, I was left chatting and drinking with the locals. Did they really think they would get a good nights sleep? I new from experience that first night on a boat unless aided with a copious amount of drink was difficult to settle and usually meant an inevitable hang over even if you managed to avoid the drink
I wandered bleary eyed through the cabin after finding my favourite shorts and old Tee shirt, climbed up the companionway to be greeted with a hearty good morning! Form the assembled gang.
“Coffee is on in the pot help yourself” someone muted.
The Marinas always seem much quieter than one would expect in the mornings, so what’s the plan today Rob?
Well we can go for breakfast at Deans Café, buy some wine and take the boat out for the day, swim, sunbath and picnic if you want!? “Sounds like a plan” cam back unanimously.
It never ceased to amaze me, the plan never changed, despite having a forty odd foot Yacht all we ever wanted to do was potter out of the marina sail around for a few hours, anchor in the bay by the beach and relax in the sunshine!
By 3ok we would be swimming and drinking again making plans for the evening. Back in the Marina around 6pm a quick shower and out for an evening meal and another heinous night out.
The second day usually found us continuing to debate the serious sailing we could have done had we not drank so much. None of us were able to muster the strength to hoist a sail this time so out to the bay and sunbath seemed to be the best plan again.
Another night out and back to the Airport the next day! Too much coffee, whisky and food, Vowing the next time we had a lads weekend we would not drink!
Three years later when Spain went into a tailspin economically it was time to say good by to the med for a couple of years. Never did get to go very far on the boat with the boys, despite our best laid plans I would do it all over again exactly the same way. Perhaps next time I would take a little less coffee! It’s bad for your heart!