The seas were extremely rough on a day our vessel was moored in the picturesque port of La Gomera, one of the Canary Islands.

  We were unable to proceed with our journey, due to high winds and rough waters, our Captain decided that caution was the best way forward. The Captain made an announcement informing everyone that we would be staying in this port for the night and heading straight for the port of Funchal, Madeira, not making the planned stop at Santa Cruz, La Palma. Our estimated time of departure would be 06.30am tomorrow. The waves shook  the ship from side to side and the sea swell was just too powerful to risk departure. The Captain had  decided to stay put for the night, and await a window of opportunity before attempting to leave this very picturesque harbour. Although the powerful wind shook and buffeted the vessel, there was a bright deceptive sunshine beaming through the windows and the ship’s stabilisers did their job. We were quite comfortable on board and I settled down and wrote a poem.


Waiting for the weather to turn.

Departure depends on the force of Nature 

Wind whips and swirls the wild water,

The big ship sits in port delayed.

Waiting for the weather to turn.


When the large ship turns to leave.

The rear will swing to the rocky shore,

Wind whips and swirls the wild water.

Hour by hour, waiting for a lull,

A break of calmness and windless waves,

Waiting for the weather to turn.


The powerless vessel calmly waiting.

Paying homage to powerful forces 

The Captain with patience, calmly waits

For a window of opportunity

Wind whips and swirls the wild water.

Waiting for the weather to turn.

Copyright by John Yeo © All rights reserved

    There was a round of applause the next morning when the Captain announced over the tannoy speaker system, he was about to attempt to turn our ship and leave Gomera harbour. There was a moment of silence and general relief as the ship slowly turned and  pulled away from the dockside then headed out to the open sea.

© Written by John Yeo

‘La Gomera, the second-smallest of the main islands in Spain’s Canary Island chain, is marked by craggy volcanic mountains crisscrossed with hiking trails. In higher altitudes, dense forests of ferns and moss-covered trees grow in the mists of Garajonay National Park.  The upper reaches of this densely wooded region are almost permanently shrouded in clouds and mist, and as a result are covered in lush and diverse vegetation: they form the protected environment of Spain’s Garajonay National Park, which was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1986. The slopes are criss-crossed by paths that present varying levels of difficulty to visitors, and stunning views to seasoned hikers.
  The central mountains catch the moisture from the trade wind clouds and yield a dense jungle climate in the cooler air, which contrasts with the warmer, sun-baked cliffs near sea level.
    Between these extremes one finds a fascinating gamut of microclimates; for centuries, the inhabitants of La Gomera have farmed the lower levels by channelling runoff water to irrigate their vineyards, orchards and banana groves.’

(Information from Wikipedia)

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