LOG n.12 - Maybe
19.2. 0209 Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria Just came from playing with Rafa on the beach. We played in the sand and unfortunately picked a bad spot, because now I smell like human piss. I can identify a male who had approximately five lagers during the time of discharge. This week I’ve been through a lot of feelings. Waiting for the insurance, as my wallet went on a diet. I am docked bow to the wall, and it’s disgusting. I can’t go freely onto and from the boat, because my pulpit
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LOG n.11 - What a WEEK!
11.2.2026 1115, Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria What a week. What a damn week. The first nights on an anchor in Mogán were rough as hell. Genuinely reminded me of those 30+ knots of wind and 3m waves on the way to Gran Canaria. All my porcelain and glass kept smashing in the cupboards. For my body, it sounded like the world was ending, even though my mind realized that it wasn’t. Human bodies are not used to considering boats, and that breaking glass sometimes does not equal life
Feb 124 min read
LOG n.10 - It's CHEWSDAY INNIT
3.2. 2026, 19:50 Puerto Mogán, anchor It’s Tuesday, and here's an update - It was a lot from the last time - so shortly: I planned to go to Las Palmas, but I got sick, accidentaly stayed in the most depressive harbour on the Canaries I’ve ever been too, and then went back to Puerto Mogán for my lazybag, which is getting finished now adjustment by adjustment. Maňana. Canarian style. If you know, you know. Whilst I was in Mogán, I started advertising myself for work. For thos
Feb 33 min read
