A day on the Carribean sea.
It started at 3 am, just after leaving the night life of English harbor.From the dance floor to the deck.
First, it’s a quick breakfast. Then, a short quiet time under the stars light.
We start the engine, we fix the diggy on the front deck, we double-cheak the road map. “Leave the lanes!”, the boat start a new journey, a journey to the West.
We catched 2 fishes, we crossed a light storm, we had a sky blue, pink, purple, and we saw 3 wales.
400 m way, it first looks like some fog on a designated area. Then, water is sprayed out, and you finaly see the back of the wale. And another. And another again.At night, we cooked the tuna. Half cooked. 2 secondes each side in a preparation of oil. Raw, but cooked. I never had such a tasty meal since a long long time. The meat was sweet on the tongue, and all flavours explosed once you close your mouth. Maybe something better than making love (or near to be).
