Circumnavigating on Pampero II

Breakfasting. All food that can last a while, from the "butter concentrate" to the milk powder and the random dark fluid in the tall bottle.  (Worcestershire sauce, for the eggs?)

Boat repairs while on the go. Observe the folding table being held up with chain: with three trusty beer-holders carved out of the end.

A couple of monkeys in the rigging; as children, we spent a lot of time up the mast. If feeling adventurous, we'd climb to the second spreader.

Doing the tourist thing in Egypt: paying for a camel ride.

Powering along with the diesel: sometimes the wind just doesn't oblige.

Before the Buddha, only moments before being run off for being sacrilegious.

Children of circumnavigating yachts Pampero II and Freebooter sailing around in a dinghy, handling a boat more their own size.

Pampero II's engines died for the day; being towed around the harbour.

Santa Claus goes visiting the children on yachts, swapping a boxy plywood dinghy for his sleigh.

Relics of an abandoned mining operation along the shores of the Red Sea.

The first shark caught, by hand-held line.  Then Leonor, holding the camera, fell into the hatch and fractured her ribs.

Catch of the day. One of the many flying fish found on deck after a small THUNK in the night.

Street dominoes: a popular pastime in this Middle Eastern country (which, I no longer recall).

The Avon rubber dinghy used to leak, and so my brother and I used to use it as a wading pool.  This was likely in crocodile country.  Damien wasn't fond of wearing clothes back then, so I take the liberty of fuzzing things out.

Making a new friend of the furry kind.

School work in the galley, via the Brisbane School of Distance Education.

Leonor hard at work painting the yacht, Pampero II, before the tide comes back in and the yacht is afloat again, ready to set off.