Well once the shady dealings of the Port Said brokers was complete and after a minor faff with
No2 ECU and the Anchor Mohammad the pilot embarked and we were heading southbound in one of the busiest shipping channels in the world.
Truly magical experience passing centuries of history at 11 Kts and being confronted by some marine leviathans of the container-ship and oil tanker varieties without a soul visible. Sandra and Julie waving at the whistling Soldiers on sentry posts seeking attention. The refuge of previous conflicts littering areas with tanks and vehicles.
We passed an Mechanised Egyptian Army unit looking as if they were just about to practice a river fording exercise who duly waved to the girls.
The juxtaposition between our wee vessel at 14 tonnes passing a monster 400,000-odd tonne vessel and sandwiched between were a rowing boat with non-plussed fishermen swaying precariously in the wakes of both was extraordinary.
A truly special day finished off with a few beers and some dinner at a random French hotel. The Mercure! Hoping to make some better progress tomo and break free from the Dick Turpin-esque muggings of the Felix agency brokers and into the Red Sea.
Beauty.
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