Or: "Adventure 2" leaves for the Bermudas; it has a look around and then it goes back home. Part of the group returns by plane. We return with Kuk by boat. We have to cross the sea, even though it is rough; Sironi is a good swimmer, not to mention Mossatich, Kuk and I are not bad, but will the Prof survive if something bad happens?
February 20th - Sunday
The wind came again and again the sea is rough.
Today, “Adventure 2" leaves for the Bermudas. It is a day for goodbyes. Three quarters of the expedition are leaving. We get up early, the Prof and I have breakfast and then we go to the pier. The great Biagini, his son and Berti, a lawyer from Bologna, are all ready to leave by plane that will take them to Miami and then on to Italy. Goodbyes and hugs, photos of the whole group who took part in the "Mizar Expedition”, compliments, kindnesses, we are really happy, it has been an interesting adventure, we hope to see each other again, there will be other projects, goodbye, sorry, suitcases ready, we go.
At eleven o’clock “Adventure 2" leaves the moorings and the harbour with the tide. Kuk follows it in "Passagemaker," but we have to shoot some scenes as it heads for the Bermudas. The sea is rough.
We stop about two miles from the harbour, in open waters. The filmmakers start shooting, there are some difficult transfers of men from one boat to the other to shoot the film; then finally "Adventure 2" takes onboard the men who are going to the Bermudas and the anchor is raised, the sails loosen in the wind with great cheerful snaps. All the crew are there; this beautiful boat, of which Fogar is in charge, sails away, close to the wind. The voyage will take quite a long time.
Sironi, who helped Fogar to set the sails, dives into the water to return to the "Passagemaker". We are three hundred metres away, and watch with apprehension as Paolo swims through this mountainous sea, he finally makes it and we head back to the harbour. It will be a boring day today; but it shouldn’t be, especially in a place like this.
Three of the four organizers of the expedition have departed. The fourth, Tirelli, stays with us during the afternoon. It is almost evening when Camilli, Tirelli, Mangiali, and the Maiorca family fly off to Miami, the filmmakers will fly straight back to Italy. So we will meet the others again in Miami.
In Bimini the Prof, Sironi, Mossatich and I wait for good weather for the crossing. Even Kuk goes away, and leaves the boat with a friend. Now the sea is really rough. All the others have gone by plane but we have to leave by boat because of all the equipment that we have. If the wind drops, we will perhaps be able to depart tomorrow evening. Meanwhile we have to secure with ropes everything that could move on the boat; oxygen tanks, suitcases, tools, boxes of various objects, dinghy, and compressor. If we depart tomorrow, we are told that it will be a difficult voyage. How lucky I am! But at least, in comparison to last time, we will have a more comfortable voyage and a berth for each of us! A glance around the galley is enough for us to decide not to eat on board. Those who left for the Bermudas had taken almost everything. After checking up and down, looking everywhere, I manage to put together the following list of provisions; three tins of meat, a box of coffee, three bags of beans, a one kilo packet of spaghetti, about ten cans of soft drinks, three tins of tomatoes, a billion paper napkins, a box of biscuits, a can of oil, millions of toothpicks and loads of dirty dishes. So a restaurant is the best choice for us. We decide to have lobster for dinner; even though it is going to be really expensive, it is our only alternative. We are in a sea of coka-cola!
The waiter brings us the bill. Then lots of green dollar bills magically pass from my hands to his. I sigh, but I maintain my composure as I pay. My head itches, my thoughts are far away. The Prof cannot stand this grumbling about every excessive expense, but I don’t listen to him. We come from different backgrounds; his life will always be in sharp colours, while mine, unfortunately, in black and white and maybe this is why we always disagree. After the meal we return to greet the two who have stayed on board to guard the boat. The Captain who has temporarily taken over from Kuk, and who we have never been introduced to, is nowhere to be seen. It seems that he has other things on his mind, as we see him talking to a pretty blonde girl fifty metres away, on another yacht. We four survivors, quietly sit on the sofas in the pilothouse, and talk about many things. The worrying part of our conversation is about the possibility that this floating wardrobe could break in two during tomorrow's crossing… touch wood!
I’m worried about the Prof, he can swim, but with his weight and the Gulf Stream, who knows what might happen!
Luckily we have an expert in Paolo Sironi, and he is certainly clever; we can also depend on Mossatich, a friend of Fogar... the only question mark hands over the Prof. We pass the time, we laugh about him.
Shall we say goodnight to our friends and go to bed? The day ends like this. Off we go to the hotel. It is 11 pm. The same black woman we have seen before, and as sad as all the others in the world, invites us with signs and twittering, to follow her. We walk straight on. After all, what do we know?
Judging by the quality of her English, she might be a member of the Salvation Army. Goodbye dear.
February 20th - Sunday
The wind came again and again the sea is rough.
Today, “Adventure 2" leaves for the Bermudas. It is a day for goodbyes. Three quarters of the expedition are leaving. We get up early, the Prof and I have breakfast and then we go to the pier. The great Biagini, his son and Berti, a lawyer from Bologna, are all ready to leave by plane that will take them to Miami and then on to Italy. Goodbyes and hugs, photos of the whole group who took part in the "Mizar Expedition”, compliments, kindnesses, we are really happy, it has been an interesting adventure, we hope to see each other again, there will be other projects, goodbye, sorry, suitcases ready, we go.
At eleven o’clock “Adventure 2" leaves the moorings and the harbour with the tide. Kuk follows it in "Passagemaker," but we have to shoot some scenes as it heads for the Bermudas. The sea is rough.
We stop about two miles from the harbour, in open waters. The filmmakers start shooting, there are some difficult transfers of men from one boat to the other to shoot the film; then finally "Adventure 2" takes onboard the men who are going to the Bermudas and the anchor is raised, the sails loosen in the wind with great cheerful snaps. All the crew are there; this beautiful boat, of which Fogar is in charge, sails away, close to the wind. The voyage will take quite a long time.
Sironi, who helped Fogar to set the sails, dives into the water to return to the "Passagemaker". We are three hundred metres away, and watch with apprehension as Paolo swims through this mountainous sea, he finally makes it and we head back to the harbour. It will be a boring day today; but it shouldn’t be, especially in a place like this.
Three of the four organizers of the expedition have departed. The fourth, Tirelli, stays with us during the afternoon. It is almost evening when Camilli, Tirelli, Mangiali, and the Maiorca family fly off to Miami, the filmmakers will fly straight back to Italy. So we will meet the others again in Miami.
In Bimini the Prof, Sironi, Mossatich and I wait for good weather for the crossing. Even Kuk goes away, and leaves the boat with a friend. Now the sea is really rough. All the others have gone by plane but we have to leave by boat because of all the equipment that we have. If the wind drops, we will perhaps be able to depart tomorrow evening. Meanwhile we have to secure with ropes everything that could move on the boat; oxygen tanks, suitcases, tools, boxes of various objects, dinghy, and compressor. If we depart tomorrow, we are told that it will be a difficult voyage. How lucky I am! But at least, in comparison to last time, we will have a more comfortable voyage and a berth for each of us! A glance around the galley is enough for us to decide not to eat on board. Those who left for the Bermudas had taken almost everything. After checking up and down, looking everywhere, I manage to put together the following list of provisions; three tins of meat, a box of coffee, three bags of beans, a one kilo packet of spaghetti, about ten cans of soft drinks, three tins of tomatoes, a billion paper napkins, a box of biscuits, a can of oil, millions of toothpicks and loads of dirty dishes. So a restaurant is the best choice for us. We decide to have lobster for dinner; even though it is going to be really expensive, it is our only alternative. We are in a sea of coka-cola!
The waiter brings us the bill. Then lots of green dollar bills magically pass from my hands to his. I sigh, but I maintain my composure as I pay. My head itches, my thoughts are far away. The Prof cannot stand this grumbling about every excessive expense, but I don’t listen to him. We come from different backgrounds; his life will always be in sharp colours, while mine, unfortunately, in black and white and maybe this is why we always disagree. After the meal we return to greet the two who have stayed on board to guard the boat. The Captain who has temporarily taken over from Kuk, and who we have never been introduced to, is nowhere to be seen. It seems that he has other things on his mind, as we see him talking to a pretty blonde girl fifty metres away, on another yacht. We four survivors, quietly sit on the sofas in the pilothouse, and talk about many things. The worrying part of our conversation is about the possibility that this floating wardrobe could break in two during tomorrow's crossing… touch wood!
I’m worried about the Prof, he can swim, but with his weight and the Gulf Stream, who knows what might happen!
Luckily we have an expert in Paolo Sironi, and he is certainly clever; we can also depend on Mossatich, a friend of Fogar... the only question mark hands over the Prof. We pass the time, we laugh about him.
Shall we say goodnight to our friends and go to bed? The day ends like this. Off we go to the hotel. It is 11 pm. The same black woman we have seen before, and as sad as all the others in the world, invites us with signs and twittering, to follow her. We walk straight on. After all, what do we know?
Judging by the quality of her English, she might be a member of the Salvation Army. Goodbye dear.
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