Somedays you get the distinct impression you are sailing along on the edge of an infinite postcard - the Sierra Nevadas this morning:
Love sea stars!
Waiting for the massive roll on roll off ferry to go into Motril harbour before us, suddenly its horn blasting away one, two, three, four, five, six times - see the fishing boat in front of it:
and somehow it pops out from behind and lives to tell the tale:
nutters!
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