The Almogavers conquer Mediterranean volcanoes II
Day 8 Ischia
Today we have returned to the each day routine: reviewing the data and the state of corrosion system, solar panels and satellite connection drone, even though we are still to use them.
Diego has also returned to his double and triple weather check and to mark the route to follow, in this case cross the Bay of Napoles to Ischia Island, to visit the Castelo Aragonese since we are on the Corona de Aragón Route and we have to claim the Aragonese heritage in the Mediterranean. Also tomorrows navigation to Stromboli had to be studied since we were going to sail very early.
Today the Tyrrhenian Sea welcomed us back with a slight headwind, which translated into a very entertainning sailing, so I could see the new crew master the basics with a point of embarrassment since Carlos, Raul and Fran have dne it in a third of the time It took me.
It has been a pity to arrive on the island, but the schedule for next week is adjusted to the millimeter and there´s no time to lose.
The Castelo Aragonese is built on an island, connected to Ischia by a small road, a fortified islet from the Roman era to which all peoples who have historically taken turns at the helm of this bay (the Visigoths, Italians, even Vikings), but whose present structure was established when the Corona de Aragon added Napoles to their domains in Sicily in 1441. Lucia will explain the History part better (she studies History)
As this night we will be crossing to the south, toward the Aeolian Islands and another volcano: Stromboli, we conceded ourselves a relaxing time drinking a beer at the port of Ischia with Napoles at sight.
Day 9 Sailing to Stromboli
After some hours of resting, and after the morning routine review of technological projects and Diego review and contrast of the weather report and the route and mapping it in detail, we departed to the Stromboli, the second volcano of three are going to rise.
This is one of the Aeolian Islands, bordering the northern coast of Sicily, so we headed south, with less wind and waves higher than the previous morning.
We crossed for the last time the Bay of Napoles and saw again the castle of Castelmare at whose feet we celebrated the birthday of Diego and sailed between the town of Sorrento and the famous island of Capri, again with plenty of yachts owned by who we call the Jet Set in Spain.
From there, we sailed a little farther from the coast, so we couldnt enjoy south Catania and Calabria beaches and hills.
We took turns at the wheel (with the help of Captain and Admiral) and soon, when the night came, I started to pay the debts incurred in the «Neapolitan screw up». I had cook, wash and again endure double night guards, enlivened with appearances of my fellow sailors who wanted to make sure I was still awake by what they saw was a foolproof system came: scaring the hell out of me.
But soon I could enjoy again the solitude on deck, even though it seemed thet no one had much desire to sleep andkept telling funny stories about how bad the yak milk tastes or not so funny ones about complicated expeditions in which you see the tragedy so close.
My college parties stories where funny, bu no comparison with stories on the edge, mountaineering the unexplored and sailing championships and technology entrepreneurs.
It’s funny how two such different worlds and resonate on a frequency so similar. I imagine it´s because both: sea and mountain drink from the same vein of human nature: the adventure, overcome the next challenge …
The Admiral has given me the excuse to go to bed by complaining about the noise, so here I am taking notes for the next letter and sleeping the few hours that separates the Acrobat and our secnd volcano.
Juan Sebastian Pym