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Followers of these ramblings will have gathered by now that life afloat is far from predictable. So much so in fact, that should you ever hear the words ‘boat’ and ‘plan’ in the same sentence, I would recommend that you treat the whole conversation with extreme suspicion.

One of the big trip boats has moored in a bit of a hurry this afternoon, and it’s all gone wrong, with the boat ending up at 45 degrees to the quay and the crew pushing and shoving trying to straighten 500 tons of floating steel by hand.
Onassis looks on, amused.

The skipper jumps off. The buck stops here and he’s a lonely man. On Konstantinos we take collective responsibility for our (ok my) foul-ups, but I know exactly how he’s feeling.

And this morning we spotted our friends Paul and Tom from IBA (the breakdown company) helping a stricken yacht out in the bay. Once again we have complete empathy with the crew.

Of course we watch all this stuff – it’s impossible not to. But we never gloat. Karma is a powerful force when you’re a yottie.