|Our soloist friend|
|Watching the sun rise|
|More playful companions|
About 4 hours outside Porto, as Rob and I started a second shift on this, our second night, we noticed that an acrid, sulphurous smell had started to fill the saloon of the boat, and I started to hunt down the source of the odour. It turned out that the main engine battery was overcharging and overheating, giving off potentially dangerous hydrogen and sulphurous gas - a possible problem related to the new alternator repair. So we cut the engine and tried to make the most of the faintest breath of air to get us further in towards Porto.
Eventually, as dawn arrived, we were able to restart the engine with the now cooled battery and motor into the very industrial Porto harbour, surrounded by incoming fishing boats with their catches and attendant flocks of seagulls. Polluted waters and the stench of rotting fish filled our nostrils, but the yacht marina proved to have good facilities.
|Fishing boats and their entourage|
Good luck to him and his vessel - may he have fair winds and sunny skies.