a bit later:
Hazel came to the shore at the sunset. A beautiful woman, very kind and willing to help – good memories of stay at Saint Helena will be her doing... I watched her as she was . standing there in that beautiful dress, looking at water and waiting for her sweetheart who was supposed to have come back from the sea by then, but there was no news of him... I know what it’s like to be waiting for somebody to come back from the sea... there is a great deal of romanticism in that...
 
Late in the night: Saint Helena’s anchorage
Mosquitoes have eaten me tonight, which probably means that I am not here:)
Seriously, I am starting to like it here. The stairs are lit like a ski trail in the night; the rocks are so high and the water so clean that it is full of mahi-mahi (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahi-mahi) and even a whale shark (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whale_shark) shows up from time to time!
While I was being “eaten” alive by the mosquitoes, I sat in a cafe where a lot of sailors pop in. Guess whom I met? Zac (www.zacsunderland.com).
It appeared that Zac’s cruise stages often overlapped with “Ania” yacht’s. The world is really small, isn’t it? He bid farewell to both girls when they were leaving Durban, and then he met them when they were leaving East London for Cape Town.
Zac is waiting for spare parts before he can move on. He’s been stuck here for a while. It’s the yoghurt thing – parts will be here when the supply ship comes, and WHEN it comes is yet another story...