Fishing is hazardous

Fishing is dangerous, as I just found out while hauling in my warps after three days against the harbour wall. Some idiot fisher on the quai had gotten a hook and line into my mooring warp and of course the hook sliced across my palm. Lucky for me, it didn't happen just as I was casting off the long lines to return to the moored whaling museum boat I had been against a couple of days earlier.



So I now have a painful wound on the inside of my right hand, which makes anything I do into a less than pleasant business. And some of my plans concerning odd jobs to do on the boat will have to wait.

Meanwhile, Machico is still a nice town with no obvious indication this is the third largest city in Madeira. The only thing not easy to find is a laundromat. I only found a laundry service which charges 15 Euro for 5 kg, which is a bit steep as laundry prices go. Since it has rained intermittently all day, I wasn't going to hang the laundry anyway, but tomorrow finding a cheaper laundry is top of the list. That list holds a lot more, so I certainly know what to do after the hand gets better.