Communication woes

My employer just did me the great favor of robbing me of a night's sleep. It's the first time they did this since my journey began on July first. Of course, they robbed me of many nights before, because sometimes that's what a job does to a person. But I don't complain, since having a job at all is considered a priviledge these days, thanks to our masterful economists and bankers.

But to have to change ones' communications strategy with 3 days notice is a bit of a present I didn't expect. So I'll be a bit more difficult to contact and getting an internet connection has just moved a whole lot up the list of routine priorities.

As far as lamenting goes, that's about it, considering I'm a bit tired now and desperately in need of some sleep.

Yesterday, we met up with Bernard and Jeanne again and met their son Nicolas. We had a nice time and even though it's a shame Bernard had the accident with his foot, it's fun to meet some of the nice people later on down. They were a bit delayed because of the accident, so we caught up with them in Sesimbra. This is where we'll be for a couple more hours, until after an early morning dive. It'll be my first wreck, so I'm quite looking forward to it.

Along the route, we spent a couple of nights at anchor. One very calm one in Aveiro after a day of motorsailing in dense fog. And one quite bumpy night at Ilhas Berlengas, where the swell worked its way around the island from both South and North, since the wind had changed from South West to North during the evening. But snorkeling the inlet beneath the light house early morning was well worth the lack of sleep. Hundreds of fish, small animals on the rocks, and crystal clear visibility made it a very wonderful experience. I even got to swim through one of the many tunnels through the rocks, albeit a fairly large one since I wasn't so keen on doing the smaller ones on my own.

Ingrid got a very funny T-shirt at a souvenir shop, with drawings of typical fish of the region. I don't like all the Portugal shirts which you see by the hundreds, but this one had Portugal written all over it without mentioning it once.

It even came in a kind of fish-box which obviously makes it a design object and as such it was priced a bit above Portuguese standards.

It's getting a bit foggy outside as well as up here so I'll once more retire to bed to wait for seven when we'll rise and I'll get my diving gear.