What!? On overnight watch, again?!?
I thought we were done with the 24/7 drill. So, yeah, it’s not 7 days, but there are two overnight shifts to manage on this 40-hour hop. We left Benalmadena late on Sunday.
Our destination is the Balearic Islands, of which Mallorca is one. Formentera is the southern-most, i.e., the closest. It’s 325 miles to an anchorage that has attracted Bob’s desire. From there, it’s about 75 mi. to Palma.
The Balearic Islands (in red, below) are an archipelago of Spain in the western Mediterranean, near (50 – 150 mi.) the eastern coast of the Iberian Peninsula. The four largest islands are Majorca, Minorca, Ibiza and Formentera. There are many minor islands and islets close to the larger islands, including Cabrera, Dragonera and S’Espalmador. The four major islands are all popular tourist destinations. Ibiza in particular is known as an international party destination. The islands’ culture and cuisine are similar to that of the rest of Spain but have their own distinctive features.
The archipelago forms an autonomous community and a province of Spain, with Palma de Mallorca as the capital. The 2007 Statute of Autonomy declares the Balearic Islands as one nationality of Spain, for which the constitution recognizes and guarantees the right to self-government. The co-official languages are Catalan and Spanish. Though now a part of Spain, throughout history the Balearic Islands have been under the rule of a number of different kingdoms and countries.
Don’t ask what the garbage is in the lower, right corner. No clue.
Monday morning report
It got bumpy after dinner last night. There’s no wind, at all, but there is closely spaced swell, 4 – 5 ft., coming at us, maybe 2 or 3 seconds apart. It’s blowing somewhere ahead! And it’s irritating. We slowed from 1300 RPM to 1100, and spent most of the night at that rate. There were lots of fishing boats to dodge, some showing up on AIS, some on radar and some only by running lights (must be very small).
There was a splash of light rain at times, and lightning flashes in the distance.
By morning, the light windshad veered around to be with us, but the wave action is still on the bow. We’re managing 7+ kts @ 1165 RPM, burning 4.7 gph.
We’re not fishing. None of us want to go to prison. Seriously.
We’re dining on lomo de cerdo this evening (Julia Child accent), with verdura fresca sautéo y el puré de papas. Chef Roberto presiding. Delicious!Fist bump to the first correct translation.
The seas remained irritating, pretty much all day. No wind, but this nasty, steep swell (from who knows where!) keeps at us, like a yappy, little rat-dog that just won’t shut the front door. Poor Kim. (Remember, we are four, with the subtraction of Jason and the addition of Kim.) She’s prone to seasickness, so she’s drugged up and locked in her cabin. To her credit, she did make a mid-afternoon showing, putting on a pretty good imitation of a human being, offering ginger snaps around.
Towards sunset, things are settling down a bit in the wave action. We’re back up to 1265 RPM and 9 knots. There’s current helping us achieve that kind of speed, but I have no idea why. Maybe I’ll search on Med currents. Should arrive Formentera about 0800 tomorrow.