The stitching on one of the seams on the mainsail failed in the gulf of Aden in the first wind over ten knots we had seen in a month.
Our spare mainsail up in action with both of the headsails pulling on a broad reach towards the entrance to the Red Sea.
A wooden schooner rigged yacht hauled out for a bottom job in the port town of Massawa in eritrea
Wide streets and partially abandonded buildings speak of a bygone prosparity.
Bus fairs are not much money, but I guess a busload like this brings in enough to make ends meet.
This african market is something like a suppermarket spread out over a ten acre field.
Chicken in a basket, and allarm clocks too.
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