Another perfect night’s sleep. Almost. It was a little chilly, and I went old school, choosing to spend both nights on my old ensolite sleeping mat  that I’ve had since the early nineties. To say it is low tech is an understatement, but I found a spot with no pebbles!

It was cold on the dark side of the island, and Lars got his revenge from the chess humiliation – yes, I’m calling it that! – with a Chris-is-so-old-he-needs-a-blanket photo. But then, it was chilly, and my guard was down. 🙂

Back on the water – this sailing lark is easy!

It’s also over pretty quick when you only have a couple of hours back to the mainland. But damn it was fun!

So, Lars, it might have taken a while for us to get around to doing this, but it’s something we must do again soon. And that’s three days on the water, and 48 hours without a roof over our heads. Lots of sun. I was pooped, and at the time of writing, I still am!

Chris