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I walked the 10km to the Airport to pick up Zissi and we took a taxi back. At the airport I had met Gerd who I had got to know in French Guiana. He was also expecting a crew. Unfortunately that crew turned out to be more work for him than sailing single handed but that is another story.
My laundry was still hanging out to dry in the local bar so Zissi and I (unbelievably happy) had a few beers, picked up my laundry and then rowed over to the boat. It was already dark then.
There had been another barbecue in Pirates Bay and there had been lots of wind for the last few days and lots of swell. The waves that were breaking on the beach in Pirates Bay were now fairly high. I had arrived with my dinghy feeling sure of myself, counting the waves and thinking that I had found a good moment to beach the dinghy. But there was another steep wave that seemed to come out of nowhere. I capsized. Everything fell out, the oarlock broke and I hit my head on the bottom of the sea so hard that my spine hurt and I couldn’t move my jaw for a few days. The skin of my forehead was scraped away and of course I had not put my camera in the waterproof bag.
I now had no mobile and no camera, a forehead that was constantly oozing some liquid and a broken oarlock. Needless to say I had felt pretty sorry for myself for the next few days.
