Conditions not very conducive to taking great photos. That combined with the photographers' lack of skill resulted in not being able to amply illustrate the actual conditions
Then it’s the seesaw’s turn again…
After three days and nights of this, the winds finally abated to somewhat more tolerable strength, and the waves to less lofty heights. But the waves… those damned waves. What they now lack in height they more than make up for in frequency. The effect of this is that we spend the remaining four days being tossed about like ice cubes in a cocktail shaker or a cowboy on a bucking bronco. I shamefully find myself having warm thoughts about an RV! There better be bloody giraffes at our arrival in Tanzania!
After exactly seven days, by when we have broken the aft canvas, the microwave plate (as it came flying out of the microwave), a bolt on our trampoline, and our own speed record (four times!) we sail into the Pemba Channel and on to Tanga Yacht Club. We wash down the inside and outside of the boat removing several layers of salt. Then we go through our check-in procedures and head to the yacht club’s bar where we catch up with old friends we have met cruising in Asia, and make new ones. With a Kilimanjaro Beer in hand, we are so glad to be here and so very tired. Thoughts about RV’s starts to cool and although we have not yet seen a giraffe, we’re happy.
Finally in calmer conditions in the Pemba channel, just outside Tanga, Tanzania
