We spend so much of our lives waiting. I guess it’s one of those unavoidables, like taxes and death . . . Ineluctable, if you want to be pedantic. Yesterday, while waiting for high tide, a helicopter dropped in on the beached fishing trawler. Click here for a bather flashing the crew. . . hey, if you live on Clifton Beach and want to meet the unexpected visitors, how else do you get their attention?
Meanwhile, holding the lead is Port Arthur-built, Cape Town-modified Ocean Pride. Note the additions to make her beamier.
Here’s the muscle (Smit Amandla, ex-John Ross) that parts the towing lines.
And 8000 miles to the northwest, Swan has not yet started loading. Prepping and waiting is still going on, four days after I took these fotos.