Rochester

Our souls were leaping for the wild waters. We assumed that it would be possible to cross the lake. Soon, at 4.45 am we took off waking our neighbours with the annoying sound of our engine.

Out on the lake the wind died down. We motored almost half the way using our new fixed fuel line (I got gasoline yesterday in a crazy bike ride with a 25 liter canister across the city). The way seemed endless, occasionally we couldn't see any shore, just surrounded by water. A little alefish decided to relax and sucked himself to the back of the rudder. Encouraged by this amazing wildlife we got our the fishing rods and tried to hook some, but sadly, no result.

Finally arriving in Rochester at 8pm we couldn't get to our destined anchorage bay. We got stuck in the canal entrance, only 4 foot water under the kil, quite surprised by this, we reckoned that we could anchor again in the bay ahead of the harbour. But this night (thx to God he hears our prayers) our two anchor system worked our fine, we had good sleep; although Maciek got some panic attacks from time to time and checked depth and position in a fury.

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