Word must have gone round that we were leaving Calvi today. Parachutists came and waved us goodbye with a fabulous display this morning for breakfast. We counted 8 drops of up to 15 of them…and they all waved at us…. Honest!
They did make us late to the fuelling pontoon and by the time we got there it was mayhem. French have no concept of queuing system… A swede guy lost his rag to a bunch of shrugging queue jumpers (Ian nearly joined in, until I stepped on his foot). Poor swede left in disgust without fuel…