It's Magic

Gibraltar 

Our guests arrived and quickly settled in on board.  That meant snacking on a few olives, drinking quaffable wines (I’m no longer allowed to say cheap!  Ed.) and comparing refreshing local beers at the nearby Marina Café.  Life was not without its arduous duties however so the KIPS took off for a serious day of sightseeing in Gibraltar and the Motleys got on with departure prep. 

Some travel in style

Aside from the usual chores, WJ3’s dodger needed to be repaired.  A sharp crack from an errant staysail sheet had smashed one of the ageing acrylic window panels during the trip down and WJ3 had sailed into Gibraltar Bay looking battle scared, as if she was wearing an eye-patch.  Nelson would have approved. 

A Fitness Class.  At the boat show.  Really?  

Life at the Alcaidesa Marina was comfortable, if somewhat uneventful - except of course for the boat show.  Although interesting it was certainly not up to Annapolis standards.  To be fair, we left the day Nelson’s schooner “Pickle” was due to pull in, which could have made the difference…possibly.  We wondered too if the schooner’s name was a little mischief meant to amuse their neighbours in Gibraltar as we hadn’t spotted any ships of interest.  Unless you count Disney’s huge white cruise liner “Magic”.  Rather more stylishly, it departed with a few notes from “when you wish upon a star” ringing over Gib's harbour.  Sure beats the standard morose blast! 

The KIPS will have to report back on their day of sightseeing.  However, we understand it was rather an adventurous affair with one being walked off her feet (and mostly in the wrong direction) and the other bumped on the border whilst helping little old ladies in distress.  Or was it the witch’s hat they had run over that was in need of rescuing?  Ooops!  We forgot to tell them about Spanish drivers….