We wake early, the crew decided to sail straight to the port because they were unable to fix the engine.
We all got dressed and got on deck to avoid the rocking below. Then disaster stuck, AGAIN. The main sail ripped in half. Fantastic. Our faces all dropped.
So they open the front sail, and guess what happened an hour later. That smaller sail on the front of the boat ripped in half too.
There was nothing left for it now, the crew requested a tow and 2 hours later the slow process began. At 1pm I stood on land, happy if I never saw a sailing vessel ever again. We waited for management to come and greet us, all wet, tired and very unhappy. Little did I predict the confrontation that would take place between the company and our group.
I can't bring myself to record it, so hopefully it will one day leave my memory.
Back at the hostel, we showered and gathered at the bar with the other 12 'survivors'. We had good fun chatting and trading travelling stories.
As we said goodbye to some of the girls, and got into bed, I realised how pleased I was that I was on dry land.