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| Sailing away... |
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| Twice during
our cruise, dolphins would accompany our boat, darting in and out of
the water around the bow |
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| They're really
hard to take pictures of. I almost fell in |
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| Skipper Joe,
his usual relaxed self |
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| "Why don't
you guys take over for a while..." |
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| Joe explaining
the basics of sailing to us landlubbers |
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| Steve was first
to try. He had to stoop because the roof of the cockpit was really
low |
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| Boris fighting
the elements |
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| Almost the
whole trip, Boris would run his fishing line out the back of the
Oria. The result was delicious |
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| Looks like
Steve was getting the hang of it |
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| The ship was
heeling by at least 30 degrees, or so it felt |
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| Boris taking
over from Steve |
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| He soon learned
it was hard work to steer the boat... |
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| ...so he
decided to take a seat |
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| Boris seemed to
be enjoying himself |
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| Now it was my
turn |
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| Gina, Joe's
girlfriend, looking good at the helm (for obvious reasons) |
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| The two
fishermen, celebrating their catch |
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| Cooking and
washing up was a real challenge with the boat rocking all the time |
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