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.
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