LOG n.12 - Maybe
19.2. 0209 Puerto MogĂĄn, Gran Canaria Just came from playing with Rafa on the beach. We played in the sand and unfortunately picked a bad spot, because now I smell like human piss. I can identify a male who had approximately five lagers during the time of discharge. This week Iâve been through a lot of feelings. Waiting for the insurance, as my wallet went on a diet. I am docked bow to the wall, and itâs disgusting. I canât go freely onto and from the boat, because my pulpit
13 hours ago2 min read
LOG n.11 - What a WEEK!
11.2.2026 1115, Puerto MogĂĄn, Gran Canaria  What a week. What a damn week. The first nights on an anchor in MogĂĄn 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 wasnât. Human bodies are not used to considering boats, and that breaking glass sometimes does not equal life
7 days ago4 min read
LOG n.10 - It's CHEWSDAY INNIT
3.2. 2026, 19:50 Puerto MogĂĄn, anchor Itâs Tuesday, and here's an update -Â 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 Iâve ever been too, and then went back to Puerto MogĂĄn for my lazybag, which is getting finished now adjustment by adjustment. MaĆana. Canarian style. If you know, you know. Whilst I was in MogĂĄn, I started advertising myself for work. For thos
Feb 33 min read
