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Hanse Hanse 540

the Seychelles (p.2)

05/02-6/05

At 05.00, the indefatigable Alex and Felix  came to the morning dawn. Their catch consisted of several unfamiliar fish, simultaneously resembling a dorado and a red salad

Considering that both prototypes are edible, they unanimously recognized the fish as fit for consumption, and by 08.00 it was roasted on the grill. Since we ignored the ignition, we had to use Alex's cologne GILLETTE. I must say that in this capacity it is quite effective and economical, and also gives ready-made dishes a barely perceptible aroma of socks. I do not know how good it is when used for its intended purpose. We need to ask Alex.

At 08.30, solemnly, with the construction, we raised the pennant of St.Orm (St.Orm), anchored and headed towards the island of Curieuse (Curieuse), located 32 miles northeast

When sampling the anchors, we noticed a suspicious vibration of the anchor winch.

The transition across the Indian Ocean was pleasant and easy. The engines rumbled, and the steering, navigational equipment, as well as the showers and toilets were in working order. Add to this the beautiful weather, beautiful scenery, the table covered in the cockpit, along with an excellent company and methods of combating contamination ... mmmm. Time on the way, for unhurried conversation, flew unnoticeably. At 13.30 we anchored and with curiosity surveyed the coastline of the rocky tropical island. The process of contemplation was interrupted by the Captain's voice: "Well, shall we boil the boobs?" And everyone hurried to the cockpit to observe the "tradition".

The carriage, encouraged by the "tradition", bathed in concert, plunged into the dings (the Captain stayed on board thinking for a cigar) and headed for the island, named after the ship that opened it in 1768.

As we approached the shore, the dark blue water grew lighter and sky-blue. Dark spots against the background of snow-white sand, which spread the bottom, were coral reefs and large marine inhabitants. The coast of the island is entirely surrounded by beaches covered with the most delicate sand from which here and there grow huge stone boulders.

Then the growth of bushes follows, and then, a solid rocky rock covered with bushes and other turbulent tropical vegetation.

07/02/2015
The morning in the marina began a little later than usual, but no later than 06:30. For saving onboard water supplies, everyone took turns taking advantage of the shore shower, then breakfasted. Fil and the Captain went to the city to buy a sim card and disappeared for two and a half hours. Arriving back, they blamed all the local sellers for dullness, inserted the map into the Captain's tablet and set about setting up the Internet. After some forty minutes it became clear that this process would not end quickly. So we left the marina and headed to the marine station, and then we walked to the nearest small, but pretty fashionable hotel. By the time of our return, about an hour later, the installers were desperate to set up the Internet (as it turned out there was an accident with the provider), and at 10.30 we, refueling the water, withdrew from the pier and moved towards Fr. Denise.

Alex was very pleased and looked forward to landing on the island of the same name.

At the transition, we were trolling because of being bored and tried to catch one of the tunas, the flocks of which appeared at the rate, then along the sides of our catamaran.

The appearance of the tuna was preceded by the following events: first the water surface began to boil with the abundance of some fish, then a flock of gull-ducks hovered over this place, and then tuna appeared and chased the scared fish like wolves into a sheep flock. Rapidly rushing at full speed, "Tapas" each time quickly found themselves in the rearguard of the chase and hopelessly stayed there, failing to attract the attention of a single fish hanging from the stern and bouncing jauntily on the waves, appetizing Japanese shiny. Repeated last year's story with the Blue Marlin, and not caught Levoy in the Gulf of Thailand.

 

The weather was magnificent and by 17.30 we arrived to Deniz Island, having overcome 37 miles.

Unlike the rocky Curieza, Deniz was an island of coral origin. On the shore, several bungalows were seen, located under the palm trees at the border of a snow-white beach. After anchoring and the obligatory "tradition" started fishing. We caught several colored coral fish, could not determine their suitability for eating and set them free.

Being Free from fishing, they bathed and looked at the marine fauna through the glass of the mask.

08/02

As usual, we got up at 05.30 and bathed and stood on the left side, admiring the beautiful morning sea, from the bowels of which appeared no less beautiful sun. Transparent water around the boat was interspersed with dark spots of different sizes, which indicated the presence of coral reefs in these places. Suddenly, before our very eyes, one of these reefs began to move, began to rotate, and finally began to bifurcate, turning into two large flat fish. For a while, the fish were still circling each other, and then they lost sight of their business, having discarded our desire for water procedures.

Breakfast, prepared by Alex in honor of his stay on "his" island was excellent. After breakfast, we boarded a dinghy and went to the island, where we found a hotel consisting of several bungalows of different comforts, a runway, coconut plantations and even a mini cattle farm, apparently designed to supply food for rest.

09/02

At night the yacht was carried by the Captain, never drunk and not losing his vigilance, together with Alex, who had awakened him, rearranged the whiskers of the anchor device. The rest of the tired crew members were resting serenely.

As usual, early in the morning,our fishing wasn't successful . At breakfast, we discussed the program for the day, which included bathing, exploring the Bird Island and crossing to the island of Pralay.

We swam well, but when at 07.00 we decided to move closer to the island, to simplify the landing on shore, it turned out that we have a problem with the anchor lift. The fact is that on the eve, we did not have enough control over the crash (the staple, as I already wrote, fell off) the output of the chain when anchoring the anchor and pulled it almost completely. We usually chose a surplus, but this time we were lazy for this. As a result, the long chain tightly entangled in the coral reefs.

Traditionally, by the middle of the trip, the boat began to throw up surprises. To begin with, we began to act on the cadet principle "Why think, it's necessary to jump!" And then we tried to pull out the chain stupidly with the help of an anchor winch. At the same time the winch wailed menacingly and departed a centimeter from the pedestal. Realizing that it just tear off, we tried to use the power of two engines, "Tapas", but nearly lost their whiskers, which creaked menacingly at the places of their fastening to the hulls of the catamaran.

After that we decided to understand the depth of the problem and, to clarify the circumsta...

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