I just had two of the worst things happen this morning for the entire trip.
After getting fuel, I went to store to get a few provisions, tomatoes, cheese, sausage and more white wine.
I figure that was enough for 7days.
After the market, I’m walking back to boat and I realize my passport is not in my back pocket. Right away, I realize it probably came out when I pulled my phone out.
Ok. But I hoped I left it on boat.
I get to boat, enter thru the pilot house, take a quick look for my passport on helm, no luck, come bounding down the stairs, with grocery bag in each hand, sunglasses on, turn left for galley and guess what I don’t see?
I’d left the engine room hatch open, while fueling and I step onto air.
My whole life passes before me, well not really, just the last second.
Luckily my momentum allowed me get my arms and elbows above galley counter.
So no damage done.
I’m thanking everyone for that and figure I’ll find my passport now.
So I’m ready to retrace my last stops, but I ask customs to call police first, while I return to boat and look one more.
I’m now waiting for the police to bring it. Someone found it on the street.
If rather be lucky than smart.
But I do love the Azores and Horta.
Wonderful food, people and drink.
And that’s all that matters.
I’m off to Ireland shortly, knowing all goes well that ends well.