For the millionth time this holiday, I found myself questioning the logic of an anchors gravity…

The day started normally enough, but once we arrived in the place to anchor, everything began to go downhill, or underwater, if that makes more sense…

We recently changed our anchor, because our first was faulty and kept landing on its side, anyway, this one was flat, so it still landed on its side.

How does that work?

Well, we ended up sending Pete and Kian in to the water to fix it, and we were feeling pretty good about ourselves.

It was then we received news that our propeller had fallen off.

Yep.

Fallen off.

Lost somewhere in the ocean.

That resulted in half an hour of heated discussion, and then a further search in the tender.

And what stopped the tender search?

We’d been searching for 15 minutes, and as we were just moving to another area, my next words were; “Hate to tell you this now, but the engines stopped working…”

So basically we had to call some people, one response was “get a mechanic,” but thankfully, the Syracuse marina said we could come back and they’d find us a new propeller and a mechanic.

One problem was, it was a several hour trip with both propellers.

But we managed…

Not like we had a choice.

I figured out it was Thursday (remembering the date during a holiday is hard), and furthermore, they told us there were no propellers currently available in Sicily (I suppose they don’t usually have propellers falling off)

So now we are back in Syracuse until Monday…