We’re broken down again. The engine again too, which is my weak point. I’m much more of a rags & ropes sort of guy than wrenches & pistons. The compression or combustion of it all makes me shiver. I’m much more akin to the wind. My best guess is that we’ve got some air in the fuel system. I’ve purged and purged, it’s gotten better but not enough to put to sea. We have to wait until Monday when we’ll try to get a proper mechanic to sort her out. In the mean time well continue to enjoy this incredible place.
The thing about boats; have two ends. The pointy end:
and and the naming end:
Between the two ends they can bring great joy. They can also be, in the words of our old wharfinger; great pains in the ass. But still we persist. Why; I just can't explain it. Either I'm too much into it, or others may be too far removed. I remember years ago a mountaineer was asked why he climbed mountains and he answered to the effect that; If you have to ask, you'll probably never understand the answer.
Sailing's probably like that too. An archaic, useless, nonsensical and obsolete activity that demands much and returns nothing of any measurable value. Oddly enough it satisfies a few of us addled romantics.
For now, aboard Malo, our watch words are; accept, fix, adapt, learn, be grateful and move on...the sea is relentless, if we want to play upon it, we must be relentless too...
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