30m down.
Monkey up a mast.
View across the marina.
We arrived in Palma after almost seven days at sea at four in the morning. It was a shame we didn't stop anywhere along the way but that is often the case with delivery work. No rest for the wicked. The first few days we had the chance to see the sights of Palma. The old city is reputed to be the biggest in Europe according to the Lonely Planet. But with what I have seen of their accomodation price estimates and reality, this "fact" could also be far from the truth. So in this fantastic old town we enjoyed the tapas and cold beer the Spaniards are famed for. Chippirones (baby squid), jamon Ibérico, pimientos de padron (salted roast peppers), and many more delights were savoured. One can't help noticing how all the luxury brands have crammed themselves into each nook and cranny here in Palma in an effort to purvey their preposterously overpriced goods to the stupidly rich. It is subsequently amusing then to see a few of the entrepreneurial boys from south of the Med (who may or may not have arrived in Europe without visas) flogging their copies of the same gear "after hours" while you dine at any of the local restaurants in the area. Is this what was meant by globalisation? ;) As the boat is now for sale, I have spent the last few days helping to prepare it for a winter in Palma with some good old clean and polish action. Nothing is quite so stimulating as polishing all the shiny bits on a boat. You should try it. Perfect for one who is in such a pensive state of mind as I often find myself these days. Solved a few of the worlds problems I did. Now if only I could get a few of our world leaders to sniff some cleaning solvents....
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