As the faithful reader will know, tomorrow is the day for my adventurous departure. I will go to Brazil by boat and I have already been on Gran Canaria for a few days, where I will embark.
I went to the port in Las Palmas to look for my ship. This was not as easy as I had thought, because here people have more boats than cars.
How is one supposed to find the right boat among these thousands of vessels?
I was asking around in seedy sailors’ bars, when one old skipper finally had pity with me, went with me to one of the piers, pointed out the rustiest, most decrepit ship in the whole harbor and said: “This one, young man, will take you to Brazil. If you are lucky.”
But maybe he meant one of the cruise ships in the background.