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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

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

1.1.2026, 0000, Gran Canaria Sitting in my saloon accompanied by Rafael and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. Yes, I will call it champagne, so I can keep at least some of the feeling I remember. Seeing the fireworks made me feel incredibly grateful for the last year. It was a lot of pain, some joy, and an incredible amount of progress. I wonder when I will stop wanting to progress. Hopefully never, but maybe I will. When I'll consider that it is enough. And not that now i

16.10. - 25.12.2025, Anfi del Mar There’s a lot that happened.  From Valle Gran Rey, I went back to Tenerife, to the north, for a doctor's appointment to discover that I, indeed, don’t have cancer. Which was great info, given what would happen after.  From Radazul, I planned to anchor for one day on Playa Antequera at the very tip of Tenerife and then cross to Las Palmas de Gran Canaria on these supposed westerlies. Those completely disappeared, and since my family was visiti

My whole body gave up few days ago. I needed rest. I am used to stretching myself a lot before I find the limit. Or it finds me. But with every new experience I earn more knowledge, more praxis. It’s like little version of the big life mirroring itself in it’s function.  My head gets foggy as I approach my monthly scarlet yard sale. I can only recollect what happened in the last weeks. It was a lot and I feel like the whole world is falling down and I with it. But that’s the

15.10. 1845 - Valle Gran Rey, La Gomera It was a very smooth trip. Well, there was no wind, so we did about 6 hours motoring. Yes, she's fast. Engine or sails, she's like a dart through the air. Love her so much. Right after leaving Las Galletas, we encountered a line of pilot whales. I guess there were around 15, and they were swimming like cavalry right in front of my bow. That was a very emotional moment for me as I've felt my home again. Anyway, we're anchored! What I rea

14.10. Marina del Sur, Las Galletas Tomorrow is the day of leaving. I am in no rush to leave in the early morning since lately the wind has been close to zero, so we're probably going to motor the whole route anyway. I am looking forward to changing the environment a little bit. Got a tip from my friend for a bay Valle Gran Rey in La Gomera. I've never been to La Gomera. Well, once for a CAT engine servicing, which was nice in itself, but I haven't seen the island. Different

Collection of days 6. - 13.10.2025 Marina del Sur, Las Galletas There was a window of confusion for me where my unintegrated parts decided to play ball with each other and caused a little bit of chaos. I've managed to prolong my stay in the marina for a few days (making it one at a time), because every time I get a set date for departure, something expectedly or unexpectedly tries to hijack that intent. Often very successfully so. So the days became blurred to each other, and

5.10. 2025 1345 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas It's interesting how sometimes the need to slow down can bear such profound gifts. As a pathological grinder myself, it was difficult for me to accept the need for rest. Where's the need? What rest? I don't have time for that; we're building Rome. But with exhaustion, the quality of work and life starts to fade. Rest is very important, and if feeling unproductive is holding you back from resting, you should know it can hold you b

4.10.2025, 1040 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas I changed berths yesterday. It was actually good. My first berth was very close to the walkway, so everybody saw me from the top. Those who knew me and my boat immediately discovered the facts about my whereabouts. Not a great thing for me in moments of desiring solitude, but it was doable. But yesterday evening, I got the info that I needed to change places because my original berth was too big, and I was potentially taking up

3.10.2025 1846 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas It starts with a grappling hook being launched at our presence. Talking about a metaphorical one. Though I have an anchor of this style for my dinghy (or things I desire not to see). The grappling hook of the Past appears usually right after you start to move away from her. It's a push and pull relationship, but if you'll pass the test and throw the grapple back, she'll let you go. It's basically reassurance. She's firmly asking