Providenya
64°
25,303' N, 173° 13,455' W
For lack
of a common language, they showed us where to moor our boat by
gesticulating. It was by far the ghastliest place to which we have
ever tied our good boat Sarema, mere remains of a wharf with rusty
iron bars and collapsed concrete slabs protruding every-which-way and
more than ready to scratch the side of our boat. When we had managed
to place our fenders, every single one of them, so as to protect the
boat as best we could, the officials stepped aboard.
While they were meticulously studying our documents, we were holding our
breath and keeping our fingers crossed. I don't know if this did it
or whether it was the magic of all that splendour we had experienced
two days before, but no one said a word of our already expired
cruising licence!
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