Or the water is rising, both seem rather appropriate- unfortunately.

I left off in Calvi, however most of my memories of the place were abandoned at the chaos that followed…

We rented a car, at least, and ventured up to the mountains, through a few little villages, and ate food.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. There was a wooden boat next door (or boat), and for some reason a lot of current was getting in the marina to it was being tossed very loudly everywhere.

By the morning the boat had two snapped ropes and a broken cleat!

We left the marina to a storm, although we couldn’t see it over the wall, it seemed that outside was rather rough. Not to bad at first, but after a bit, we had to put another reef in the sail…

I was stuck driving, because the self-proclaimed second best (Kian), was to scared to come out.

We had to turn directly upwind while doing it, we needed life jackets and to clip on to the boat, and we needed to get the reef on lest risking the mast falling down. So I had to drive upwind (in the opposite direction to our destination) in 6m waves and 35knot winds. The boat rocked to much, at one moment, the first metre of the boat was completely submerged, and in others, at a 65 degree angle pointing up…

Some of the roofs even fell down with the repetitive impact of hitting waves (hence the title).

By the way- we all lived, and we were richly rewarded with good wifi when we reached the next place; Saint Florent (pronounced: san floran).