Ah, yes, after a couple of months in Gray Paris with its delicious RER, we flew back to NoLa who was waiting nicely and quietly on the charming island of Porto Santo (Portugal), North-East of Madeira (Portugal também). Tourism ? No, not really since we had a couple (a LOT) to do to get NoLa back to her shipshape state. Anti-fouling paint for instance, which is a weird idea. Basically you paint the bottom of your boat with a super toxic paint so that little guys will not grow on your hull. The stuff is so toxic that the maker recommends that you don't even try to clean your brushes, rolls and trays because... well, it's toxic and would do you no good. Ah, and you should not even have a sandwich while you're painting since you could be doing to yourself exactly what you're doing to the little guys that could eventually think your boat's hull could be a good spot for a picnic. And then you put the boat in the water and you're a happy sailor convinced that you're super eco-friendly because you sail around the world instead of flying a plane. Talk about contradiction... Anyway, we switched from super toxic white to super toxic black. Which gave NoLa a very penguin look for a brief moment and I was quite happy about it because I have this particular fondness for penguins. But the First Mate said: "I will not go around on a penguin boat. You are the only penguin in my life." And believe it or not, sometimes even the captain has to bow in front of the Force of Nature.
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