Trip Start Oct 15, 2010
35Trip End Dec 15, 2010
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But at that exact moment there was another commotion: Libellule had just pulled in a gorgeous four pound tuna shining silver and sleek in the sun. Pappy beat it bloody with the winch handle and then I added extra gore to the murder scene by gutting it with my sharp new fishing knife. The meat continues to quiver eerily even after the head has been tossed overboard to the gulls. I cut the captain a chunk of raw flesh to taste as sushi, then proceeded to learn how to filet a tuna in the kitchen sink: it piques one's interest in anatomy. A pot of soup we were about to eat was forgotten and cooling on the stove.
Before sunet we had crossed A Coruņa and reached the rocky Illas Sisargas at the corner of Spain: we changed course to southerly and passed cliffs adorned with windmills that sadly were not turning today. I asked if we were going to eat dinner and everyone started arguing about it so, in a pout, I grabbed myself a few odds and ends in the galley and sat on the foredeck to eat alone. I went to bed while the other two prepared their dinner.
The few pictures from today start here.