It was time to push on to Tunisia for our winter berth, and to have some time to explore a new country before we flew home for winter. The weather window was good. Just one problem – I had come down with Norovirus. After a day of being so sick I wanted to die, and another day of sleeping and letting my poor stomach recover, I was beginning to feel human again. We moved the boat a few hours north to St. Paul’s Bay for a better spot for departure. Of course, I had just enough strength to pick up the new mooring and secure the boat before I needed another nap to recover from that strenuous exercise after being sick.
I was feeling better later in the day and we went ashore for a final dinner at the cutest little Indian restaurant (memories of Wednesday night curry night in Montenegro). Of course my stomach was still a little raw, so we wound up packing up most of the dinner and taking it with us, which made for tasty leftovers during passage.
The Maltese skies the night before we left did not disappoint.
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