The past two days have been spent anchoring and re-anchoring - 5 times to be exact - While in the middle of trying to get some much needed cleaning done. The reason - the ARANUI 5.
After been told to move in order to be outside the exclusion zone, which is demarcated inside the breakwater, so that the ship had ample manoeuvring room, we were then told to move again as a new exclusion zone outside the breakwater was apparently in force, but not communicated until after we had re-anchored. By now there were no good options left so we had no choice, but to anchor so far out that we may as well have been in the open ocean.
Then, a stroke of luck - A motor yacht left affording us the opportunity to take their spot, but to no avail. Unfortunately we had to endure the moans and groans of another WARC yacht while in the midst of re-anchoring. Their complaint - we were anchoring over their anchor, which, as any seasoned sailor knows, is
inevitable in a crowded anchorage, but, in this case, was an impossibility, unless the yacht in question was in fact sitting 90° to its anchor. At the point where Elaine was ready "to kill" we spotted a non -WARC yacht leaving the anchorage from inside the breakwater and grabbed that spot.
A very frustrating day when we were trying to give Paw Paw a much needed detailed cleaning and resulted in us having to spend another day completing the task at hand in between having to top up our provisioning today before the stores closed for the Easter weekend.
We did, however, still drag ourselves to the Happy Hour function last night and then joined Nina and Carango for dinner - a most enjoyable evening and finished the day on a very good note.
Today's cleaning activity proved to be very worthwhile though as it uncovered the mystery surrounding the dreadful fishy smell we've had since just after starting our crossing - a fermented flying fish. During
our passage we looked everywhere, but just could not find the source of the smell. This fish had managed to fly 12 ft in the air, across 3/4 of our 25 ft beam, come through our saloon hatch and then land in the far diagonal corner of the gallery on a shelf under an artificial fern - Unbelievable!
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