Barcelona

I flew back from a month holiday in New Zealand to Barcelona. We spent a month in the yard getting some work done on the boat.

The boys.

Park Guell.

Sagrada Familia.

Went and checked out the Mercat markets.....epic food bananza!

MONK

I went kite boarding with Tristan, one of the deckhands. It was pretty full on! He strapped me into his 12m kite..... I ate some sand pretty fast.

Crossing the Atlantic en route to Palma

We left Rhode Island in the fog and arrived in Palma 14 days later. It was a pretty mellow Atlantic crossing!

Bit of a BBQ in the middle of the Atlantic!

We stopped off in Gibraltar to bunker fuel.

A few arrival beers with El Capiitan



Us boys took the jet boat out one day after work for some scurfing. It was pretty choppy but we managed to find some flat water in the port. The Spanish authorities weren't to stoked!

Magaluf....enough said! loads of drunked poms everywhere.

Thought we better back it up and head to Arenal to have a few beers with zee Germans the next day.

We took off for Cabrera, a national park off Majorca. We were parked up next to Jacques Cousteau's boat and took his youngest son and Prince Albert for a spot of diving.

Pyrenees goodness

We had been in the yard in Barcelona for 3 weeks getting some work done on the boat. Every weekend the swell was flat in Hossegor so on one of the weekends we decided to get out of the city madness and head for the hills. It was a 5 hour drive from Barcelona ascending up into the Pyrenees mountains, a range that forms a natural boarder between France and Spain. Keith did his homework and found a national park called Aiguestortes. We got there pretty unprepared but managed to find a store where we got some red wine, a few baguettes and a roll of salami...... Sorted!

Knife, Guitar, and a shangeye that I acquired of a little gypsy lady in Espot.....ready for the mish!

We managed to get the last few beds in this little mountain refuge, a couple of hours walk into the reserve.

We had a full sit down dinner with all the Refuge guests. Alphabet soup, chicken, salad, bread and wine.....stoked!

We bought the boats wet weather gear. Super good option. The old euro tramper fogies weren't to happy on us being to loud so we donned the jackets and went out into the cold for some beverages and some fine muscial goodness thanks to Jamie.

We woke up to a cracker.

Keith bought his rod. We ditched the track and walked for 4 or so hours, stumbling on this beautiful little lake. No one for miles, keith was into it pretty fast.