While eating the aforementioned lamb roast with Carol tonight, I realized that my overwhelming feeling is...I don't want to go back to the dock in mid-January.
Apparently, I like this.
The only land you see when out fishing from where we stayed was Bahrain. You, the ocean, and one island. I dreamt of making landfalls in the future…
The kitesurfing beach is near where tankers anchor:
Re-entering the locks to the Floating Island: