America & m/v Anet

The day we left MYLADY for her winter sleep in Cygnet Tasmania, it was a cold and clear, calm morning. In the dark and unfortunately for us with an extreme low tide, we struggled through the mud with our baggage. It went well, thank God. Could you imagine if one of us should have fallen? Maggie, a friendly local, gave us a lift to Hobart - an hours drive away. Soon we were off to Melbourne. Fog filled the valleys below like soft feathery down. But fortunately the skies were clear. In Melbourne where we overnighted, we had an exciting exploring afternoon between and with decendants of Greek, Italian and Turkish immigrants. 18 May we both flew in different directions.
Eelco went on his way to earn us some freedom chips. That morning before we left the hotel it was still on the tv-news that Schipol airport was closed due to the ash cloud from Iceland. But he first flew to Kuala Lumpur, giving the ash time to clear, and from there to Amsterdam. In Holland he had a day to say hello to his mum and finalize some medical paperwork before leaving the following day to Mexico where he joined his ship m/v ANET.
The ANET is Dutch owned and 9000 tonnes dw. It is 144m long and 19m wide with two cranes on deck. The crew of eleven is mostly dutch with a few Fillipines. The ship is new, a model 2010, and carry general cargo. In Santa Crux, Mexico, they loaded drilling pipes for Algeria. Three days out of port on their way to Africa, the orders came to turn around and head for Houston. More lucky packets of all shapes and sizes were loaded in Houston also for Algeria. Heavy and filled to the brim they sat course for Africa again. With the last contact we had, they had good weather and calm seas. The ship has, in line with modern times, internet onboard, twenty-four-seven. But out on the ocean that seems to be only whenever the satelites are available and not hiding. At the time of writing cyber contact between me and his ship has been out for days.
Mi-sá-le is in Corpus Christi, Texas America. I'm visiting my son and granddaughter. And only God knows how precious this time is for me. I've missed my children so much.