There’s a lot going on the next couple of weeks. So we’re really busy trying to sort things out to hopefully make it all happen. But then there’s always Bertold Brecht’s quote.
“Ja, mach nur einen Plan! Sei nur ein großes Licht! Und mach dann noch ’nen zweiten Plan, gehn tun sie beide nicht.”
Look at this. Just now I’m sitting quitely in the garden with a nice cup of tea.
In about half an hour the storm is going to blow my balls out of my pants.
Update: it could have been worse.
It’s amost three weeks now and I can’t really say I’m feeling any better now. Got the flu or the flu got me.
The good thing is I had two coffee’s this morning, but the price for drinking those is not to be under estimated.
Normally i would cough up, like a bucket or two, transparent slimey stuff in the morning. Comming from my toes like a long elastic winegum which only can be seperated with a pair of scissors. And of course you have to be quick before this snake bounces back inside. The golden rule here is, don’t eat, don’t sleep, puke repeat. So you can probably imagine what happens if you just had some strong brown coffee. Right.
So we left Cuxhaven early on Saturday morning. We started with about 20 knots and ended the sailing, eleven hours later, at about six o’clock with only 8 knots left on the anemometer. The rest of the trip our Perki did the job. We arrived at the Vlieland marina at 10am. Job done.
But now it’s time for some little maintenance, some new things and stuff before we take Tuuli to the mainland for more serious things.
Let’s first start removing this old waterheater 😉
