Trapani: 38°00’47″N 12°31’03″E Trapani is the main city on the west coast of Sicily. From here ferries ply their way back and forth to the Egadi Islands, filling and emptying them with tourists. Fishing fleets are maintained in the extensive …
Position: 37°54’56″N 12°19’41″E Learned Advice During the winter in Cartagena I had a long chat with a fellow named Peter. Peter had a low opinion of most cruisers in the Med and dismissed charterers out of hand. He encouraged me …
Position: 39°12’39″N 9°06’50″E A month ago we crossed from Menorca to Sardinia. A whole month has flown by! If it weren’t for the cooler nights and empty anchorages, we’d swear it is still summer. But the French and German tourists …
Position: 41°20’12″N 9°15’23” “There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” – Napoléon Bonaparte In the little graveyard on the uninhabited island of Lavezzi there is a plaque carved in crumbling white marble. Translated from French it …
Welcome to Italy, Now stay on your boat! Position: 40°33’38″N 8°18’39″E Covid got us. Again! The upsurge in Covid infections in Spain (thanks nightclubbers) inspired the Italians to take up additional precautions. All arriving visitors from Spain, and a few …
Position: 40°33’N 8°18’E The Gulf of Lion is notorious for strong winds. The Tramontana skip off the top of the Pyrenees and blast south and west. It’s more famous cousin, the Mistral, bundles up against the Alps, then funnels south …
Position: 39° 49′ 58″N 2° 44′ 43″E By popular demand we head back to the water. The north shore of Mallorca is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Here the ragged mountains drop straight into the sea. The coast abounds with …
Position: 39°47’34.0″N 2°41’36.3″E “Allo!”, called the man swimming towards Aleta. “I noticed your dinghy, and I would like to ask you some questions,” he said, pulling alongside. Always at the ready to answer enquiries about Porta-botes, we invited him aboard. …
Position: 38°58’07″N 1°15’53″E Our anchorage, Port des Torrent, was peaceful, but rolly and I’d had a restless night’s sleep. The quiet of the morning was punctured by enthusiastic calls of “Buenas Dias! Buenas Dias!”, outside of the porthole. We popped …
