Wow, we actually finally got to sail a little bit in the Maldives. This close to the equator, not much wind stirs up and we motored much of our way through the chain of atolls. Zephyr took these photos as we sailed towards Veymandoo one day.
Ain't he cute? This little guy strutted across the top of a wall and disappeared. I think it's a chameleon.
Veymandoo is the island where Jason went adrift at 11:30 PM when the dinghy motor died as he was coming back from dinner with some locals he'd met one day. He managed to paddle to shore in the lee of the breakwater from the harbour before he was blown or swept out to sea. He ended up spending the night with some doctors from the hospital and he and the dinghy were towed back the next morning. Not one of the better evenings for Karen, but Jason had a wonderful time talking with some doctors, the richest guy on the island who owned the ferries, and the cleric from the mosque. All part of the adventures of cruising, I guess.