More than five days within these less than five square meters of living space to go from Gallipoli to the Tremiti Islands. It takes quite some patience to make it!

Yesterday night, in the desperate attempt to make it past the Gargano promontory, which seemed to spit me back at every tack, some nasty winds arouse, with nasty waves seldom splashing inside Maribelle. Half intentionally half not, suddenly I found myself at 200 meters from the appealing lights of Vieste, the easternmost town in Gargano. I could see the people and thought they were all on vacation. I hesitated a bit, the land and some rest were calling at me. Then, who knows why, I carried on.

This morning, too, my electric toothbrush fell at sea. I stared at it, white, almost transparent, while it drifted astern.

Posted on: 11.Aug.2018   Leave a comment