Friday August 6th.

Ah. The Rock of Gibraltar.  Gibraltar is a British overseas territory located on the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula at the entrance of the Mediterranean. We are stopping there but not touching land (well, except for our anchors). We need to take on fuel. Bunkering.  Gilbraltar was ceded to Britain by Spain under the Treaty of Utrecht in 1713. We dropped our anchors, sat head-to-wind, a fuel ship came alongside. And we filled er up. Took 8 hours. Then up-anchor and away for Morocco.

Each SAS voyage they hold the Sea Olympics. Opening ceremonies are the night before, with a parade of teams proudly carrying their banners and wearing their colors. Each team is named for one of the seas. Adriatic, Carribean..etc. This year the faculty staff was rebranded. Previously competing as the Dead Sea, this year, with increased aspirations, we competed as the “Diploma Sea”. (Cause we already got ours). White was our color, and (drum roll please) we did NOT finish last. Up against young, strong, handsome students, we used our remaining strength, well developed endurance, brain-power, and promises to some of the judges to finish second! (second from last).

I competed proudly (but not particularly successfully) in ice-cube chop-stick, mashed potato sculpting, tug-of-war, and crab soccer. For your enjoyment, witness the pomp and circumstance of the Summer 2010 Sea Olympics!

By this time Big Red and True Blue had just about seen it all. They’d been up to the ITBR on the Detroit River.

International Tug Boat Race

They’d been to Manhattan’s Pier 84.

Manhatten Pier 84 - First and Second

They’d been out to the spring Maritime Festival in Seattle. This time they were takin it easy and letting someone else do the driving.

But that got pretty boring pretty quick, so BR and TB decided to go mano-et-mano in the pool.

Heading for the cabin door

And up to deck 7.

Ah, the pool deck

On your mark...

They're of! BR's in the lead!

Hey! There's a bigger pool over there! Come on!

This is more like it! Rev um up!

OOPS! Getting a little help from the locals.

Waaahoooo!

Down to the wire!

With a little help, TB gets across the finish line! Yea TB!

After the races, Big Red and True blue got the wash-and-wax treatment, a little touch up paint, and headed for the faculty lounge for some shenanigans.

First a few hands of Texas hold-um.

And a few cold-and-foamys (Red likes stout, Blue prefers a pilsner).

Chattin up the ladies

A few tasty salsa steps

Talking politics

Telling a few tired old jokes

Which were well received!

A little sing along

2AM. Call us a cab.