Friday, August 06, 2021

Rescue of Wilhelmine - the end

Team selfie

As we all went about our main jobs Jan still looked for a future for Wilhelmine and tried advertising her on different venues as well as Juha promoted her to local charterers. There was tremendous interest in her and people from all over the world was in touch with Jan regarding her sale and delivery.

Wilhelmine
Bridge
Bridge done up
Greta & Wilhelmine

One Finnish shipbreaker basically quoted for Gretacargo to pay for breaking her up so that was a no-brainer. We already had a better offer from Denmark. 

There were funny instances of some fellow that advertised her for sale multiple times the asking price before even the deal was done. Another chap promised to come and inspect the vessel but never made it due to covid or other reasons. Another was very keen but then didn't have the money but wanted to pay by diamonds from his mine in Brazil. The common line was that once it was time to sign the dotted line they all vanished into thin air. Even a Finnish shipowner was very keen but then could not produce the funds but still wanted her, after being sent the sales document it was radio silence ever since, another one with his head in the cloud calling the shipbreaker in Denmark if he'd sell the ship to him whole.

Morning of departure

As for her future with Gretacargo Jan tried to offer her as a complement to Greta 950t + Wilhelmine 650t for larger consignments and there was a genuine interest with contracts on the table until the Gov't threw these plans out of kilter by freezing all infrastructure projects in the archipelago until further notice. It appears all money has been spent on disinfectant and facemasks instead. 

At the wheel
At the wheel

As last option Hannu Vartiainen heard of our little project and offered to ask the Finnish museum authority if they'd be interested in preserving this last mohican from the scrappers. There was interest and the authority even said they would fund the annual maintenance for her but first the local museum in Turku, Forum marinum, would need to get their act together and secure the funding for her purchase and refit. After a lot of wrangling they also fell through for some reason unknown to us but fact remained that she was now a burden to Gretacargo and decisions had to be made as there simply was not enough cargo on the market to support the refit of Wilhelmine. Pretty ironic as the sand trade had been lucrative in the past and now today one coaster can manage all the charter needs for the whole of southern Finland that was before a fleet of domestic freighters. Goes to show how much sustainable transport is supported by the powers that be.

Original inverter still going strong  

Jan then asked a new offer from Fornaes shipbreakers in Grenaa and they upped their ante considerably. As Jan was on his vacation and running out of days an ETD was set and various parties informed. I was signing off a ship in Italy and made quick travel arrangements to Pargas in order to be able to join Wilhelmine on her last voyage. As last ditch effort there was still a benefactor interested in saving her for the Forum marinum museum after reading about her in the newspapers but they could not get an agreeement of how to go about it and as such her fate was sealed, the voyage was taking place. Pretty poor show from the folks at the museum,  they could've been the first to preserve a cargo ship that was the last of her kind and would have brought years of work to restore her. As they say "when there is a will there is a way", I think in this case the will was missing. 

On 29th July I started from Nice towards Helsinki via Riga and went through so many checks where it was more important showing my covid inoculation card and wearing a mask, kind of license to pirate. Finally I arrived after midnight to Greta that was tied up alongside Wilhelmine and fell into the bunk, I was probably asleep before my head hit the pillow.  

Next morning started easy with breakfast and we commenced preparations on Wilhelmine. Bunkers had to be topped up so 5000ltrs was arriving during the morning. Then the generator needed a looking over which was good as we discovered she had quite a dirty fuel tank. Then the empty aft peak needed to have the leaking grease pipe sealed up for the propeller shaft, some lengths of bicycle tire and few jubilee clips fixed that nicely. Fresh water had to be filled up as well, 1000ltrs was bunkered below the bridge. 40 ltrs of drinking water was also taken in separate containers to the galley. 

Islet off Degerby
Passing  Degerby

Our summer helper Fred, now full OOW, had done a grand job of polishing her interior up as much as possible for visitors, she was now spick&span inside. New bedding had been gotten so we could sleep. Then as the last item we had to load Gretas hatch covers into her from Wilhelmines deck and then we needed to ballast her so the propeller would go deeper and give us better speed and seakeeping. 

We filled up the no 5 starboard tank as she was having a port list, probably due to some ballast in other tanks we weren't aware of as well as I pumped water into the aft peak after closing the manhole tight. We checked our spares for filters, impellers, tools and other miscellaneous items that could be needed during the trip.

Then it rained a bit 

Juha had installed a chart plotter on the bridge that would make navigation easier. The steering gear needed hydraulic oil topping up and airing out. The tiller had given up the ghost but we could still turn the rudder from the autopilot and manually from the wheel. As last item we needed a Swedish and Danish courtesy flag, Wilhelmine had not been abroad in past 20 years. The owner of Pargas marina came over and checked us out to verify that we were leaving, at the same time we showed him around the vessel. He also expressed his disappointment that such a quaint coaster was going to her demise. 

Archipelago

By the end of the day we were ready but we decided we'll sleep on it and leave the next day so we would get daylight in the archipelago. Sauna onboard Greta and dinner at Kamu restaurant we slept until next morning. Come morning 31st July it was time for last checks and to transfer provisions and our personal items onboard from Greta. About 10.00hrs Juha said "lets go". Main engine was started and without much further ado or any ceremony the lines were let go and we were on our merry way. Jan set the AIS to read as our destination Grenaa RIP.

Sunset

The weather was great with an occasional light shower but otherwise great visibility for miles on end. I took the helm to start with and we weaved our way towards sea of Aaland where we were going to enter the Swedish archipelago early next morning. We did not test the autopilot in the congested waters and went all the way on handsteering. After departure we had a slight drama in the engine room with a leaking fuel hose that we then jury riggd with some bicycle inner tire and again jubilee clips. Juha then cannibalized the Komatsu of a similar fuel hose in case it would fail again. Late afternoon we were already passing Degerby, doing a steady 6kts and having mostly met only sailing yachts out and about in the prevailing winds. By evening we were in open waters after passing Ledskär heading for the shelter of the Swedish archipelago and early morning 1st Aug we entered at Möja, it more or less looked like the Finnish archipelago, only the villas were more opulent and larger. I wonder how much use they get per year.

Swedish villa
Swedish villa
The swedish dream
Swedish countryhouse
Landsort fort
Island destroyed by cormorants next to the fort
Landsort fort
Landsort lighthouse (note the cannon on left)
Sunset over Oxelösund

Anyway, we steamed on in Swedish waters and passed by Nynäshamn to keep out of the wind but then we arrived Landsort lighthouse and rounded the island as it was way too rough, Wilhelmine bobbed like a cork on the waves and we did a couple of good rolls in sideway seas. In trepidation we waited for any reaction in case the rolls had put any sediment in motion in the fuel tanks but the Scania kept stadily chugging on, our speed sunk down to 3-4kts though due to the inclement weather. 

Again we headed for the shelter of the archipelago and late evening we exited the archipelago as the route ahead was not something we preferred to hazard in the hours of darkness and the weather forecast was looking promising now. By midnight we passed the lights of Oxelösund in the distance, the wind had died down but there was still a bit of sea that kept Wilhelmine pitching, at least speed was up to 4-5kts.

Sunset
Sunset
Aft deck
Aft deck derrick block
Bridge window
Bridge window
Bridge window

Morning 2nd Aug we were north of Öland island going as close as possible the outlying islands off the mainland, heading in between towards Kalmar port, we needed a pitstop there so we could action the fuel line and get some provisions. The fridge onboard refused to cooperate and was cooling only on the outside eventhough we put it upside down for a few hours it didn't help. I guess it was ready for the shipbreakers. As we entered the Kalmar strait we had no seas anymore and it appeared we had the current with us as Wilhelmine picked up speed and was going almost 8kts. Jan had arranged with Owners of m/v Olof Trätälja permission for us to moor aft of her, the worlds oldest working cargo ship.  

Passing under Öland bridge
Dämma lighthouse
Passenger
Compass

There was good stern current as we approached Kalmar but we managed that well and tied up in good order behind Olof Trätälja. As Wilhelmine looked a bit rough in her current condition she attracted some attention of bypassers but all in good spirit. As we shut down engines an systems we rewarded ourselves for a good start of the trip by a shot of Jaloviina, now the other half remained and ahead of was still the notorious Hanö bight, also known in Finland as "Effoa's Biscay" named after a now defunct shipping company that used to have a lot of small black tramps plying the Baltic in their heyday.  

Having refreshed ourselves we headed out on town for dinner. The Swedes were out en masse and as it was Monday a lot of venues were not open and those that were had massive queues. Having tried to gain entry to half a dozen restaurants we finally got into the "freemasons restaurant". There we enjoyed a fabulous meal and then it was time to head back to Wilhelmine after finishing a shot of Lagavulin as a night cap.

In Kalmar
In Kalmar (this could have been in Turku)
Olof Trätälja
In Kalmar
Kalmar
Kalmar
Dinner in Kalmar
Kalmar

3rd August started very sunny and as Juha went to tend to the main engine I went and bought some tins of food, bread and ice for the coolerbox so we'd survive until Denmark. Our fresh water was down to 20ltrs and fuel consumption had been estimated to roughly 30ltrs/ hour so we had an ample amount of motion lotion to get us there. Then again having visited Olof Trätälja, changed the filters & fuel hose on main engine and provisoned it was time to go. Jan was at the helm and he executed a gracious full turn in the basin and headed out of the wave breaker for open seas. I was again at the helm and was going close to the shore and heading south to the corner of the Hanö bight. 

W passing the Sound bridge (courtesy m/s Finntrader)

W passing the Sound bridge (courtesy m/s Finntrader)

W passing the Sound bridge (courtesy m/s Finntrader)

Finntrader

All night we crossed the bight but it was mirrorlike, no wind at all so we were lucky by all means. Aug 4th morning brought us to Öresund, or "The Sound" where we reported to the VTS and took the Flintrännan fairway and passed East of Ven Island. There was little traffic going on in the sound but as we were only doing 6-7 kts most ships were faster and overtook us all the time, very convenient. 

At the helm
Last sunset
Group selfie
"Main switch" (we never touched it)
Callsign
Plath clinometer

At one point the VTS pointed out to us that our AIS heading was wrong and that we should check our equipment. We replied that after tomorrow it does not matter anymore as we're heading for the breakers. The operator apologised.

Fwd view of bridge
View of entrances to forecastle, port is bosuns store
Midship position
Scale to measure pigment for paint
Steering gear compartment

In evening we had passed through the sound and by sunset we set to the old tradition of doing the "Kullen shot" (apparently forbidden by law since mid 1600's). We poured 4 shots of Glenmorangie in crystal beakers on the bridge  and then poured one on the steering wheel for Wilhelmine after we saluted her for bringing us so far and then we ourselves poured the elixir of life down the hatch.

Grenaa fishermen
Grenaa fishermen 

Our ETA to Grenaa was showing as 0700hrs next morning so we divided up the night in 3h turns and as I was on the 1st duty I got to turn her on her final course leading to the approach channel. By this time everyone was accustomed to hand steering as we had noticed that when we turned on the autopilot the hydraulic oil would slightly leak out of pipejoints so we decided to keep handsteering until the end as it would be easier on Wilhelmine and also minimise any possible breakdowns. Besides having the ability to fine tune the rudder angle so acutely she'd at times go straight for minutes on end.

Tanker being broken up by Fornaes
Grenaa port
Grenaa shipbreakers stores
Sold
Grenaa shibreakers stores

Morning 5th of August came and we were approaching Grenaa and looking at the shore side from the binoculars they appeared very busy at the breakers with multiple hulls lined up there. As we got closer guys appeared on the jetty and we saw where they wanted us and Jan again at the helm executed a 90 degree turn bringing us port side to without incident. As lines were made fast Wilhelmines main engine was turned off for the last time and we received the breakers onboard. To ease the pain Kjell brought 12 cans of Tuborg in true Danish fashion that the clock is always somewhere beer o'clock. We handed over tank details and where there is water and fuel as well as Juha showed them around all spaces. 

AIS status



Our Landsort curves
Recorded AIS track Finland - Denmark
The recorded AIS track from Landsort to Grenaa

After the initial introduction Jan then went to the office to finalise paperwork and as they were signed we were free to go. Initially we had planned to stay the night and visit a local museum but our ride to Hamburg turned up on our arrival so our plans changed as they sometimes do. We then had our last bucket shower on Wilhelmine and packed our stuff, after having loaded everything in the car we gathered in the saloon for a last goodbye with Glenmorangie and Tuborg.

Last sitdown in the saloon

We then headed out of the vessel and had a last look at the ship that had brought us here so easily all the way, we all felt sad to leave her there but we had no other options despite all the plans. At this we packed ourselves into the car and headed off. Juha was dropped off in Vejle where he then made his way to Finland and I followed Jan to Hamburg where he headed home and me to Italy. This was the story of Wilhelmine.

Goodbye Wilhelmine! 

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Doing a Riva

About 2 weeks ago I spotted on Facebook an ad that needed a temp Captain for 1week on a 28m Riva. I messaged the Captain who had posted the ad, he explained me he would need a relief to tide over the interim for the new Captain to join as he needed to leave asap for another job. Typical planning in yachting.

Nice mascot

Anyway, I said I'm available and it didn't take long for the Owner himself to call me on 15th July and propose joining dates and flights for 17th to which I agreed. Luckily I was already vaccinated and didn't need to run around for tests so all I needed was a weeks worth of handluggage. 

Said and done I was on my way to Nice a day before as the flight was early. Checked in next to airport and enjoyed a quiet evening. Next morning got on the flight to Montenegro on time and made my connection. I landed in Tivat about 1700hrs from where I took a taxi to marina Montenegro. No issues with the covid vax card. 

There were several large yachts in, among them the famous Pelorus now under arrest for unpaid bills and dues as explained by the Agent. I believe she was also subject to an article with Nautilus re: unpaid crew wages which I understand are now resolved. Alas, the yacht still remained under arrest for port dues and most likely other lapsed documents needed for sailing (into EU). Anyway, I digress, back to the marina and my mission.

I found the Riva next to the big crane and clambered onboard. There I met the British skipper and the Owner, we had a short introductory chat and then got on with the handover. Funny enough her registered length was 23.98m but LOA was 28m, this apparently allowed skippers with the 24m patent to command them under Italian reg's. Well, she had a very long bow, I give her that.

I was accommodated into a spare guest cabin as the only guests was the Owner + avec. It was very kind of him as the skipper shared a small coffin with the deckhand on a bottom top bunk arrangement. Next door was a similar cabin for the 2 stewardesses that had been given a day off. The messroom could fit one person sitting on the theoretical 2 person sofa but at the moment it was swamped by an ironing board and pending laundry next to the washing machine.

Handover was all by show and tell so it was quite a bit to take up with power management, genset and main engine startups, navigation systems and routines. Water management, all lighting, mainswitchboard feeds, a/c systems, watermaker, stabilisers (fins and 2x gyros) etc. all of it is consolidated in a supervision system designed by Riva that could be accessed at any conning position, i.e. inside the bridge and on the flybridge, very convenient when it works.

Propulsion was also all coordinated from bridge, one could start and stop from bridge, flybridge and the station aft main engines and thrusters. Naturally the prudent mariner does necessary checks in situ before starting remotely. There was twin props aft and a thruster fore and aft, so if one could not maneuver the boat into berth with these then it is better to change career path. I think another aspect is that once you clutch in the main props she'll jump ahead or astern and very quickly things can go wrong if one is not careful, hence the thrusters, maybe as an evolution of this.

The evening went by very fast and the skipper, soon having given the bit he wanted, took his gear and moved into a hotel as he was flying the next morning. I had a bit of dinner with him and went back onboard having also met the Antigua-Barbudan deckhand. The plan was to start early next morning, bunker cheap fuel and then continue towards Croatia.

Next morning 18th I was up early, having called the marina for disconnecting services & final invoice I moved over to fuel dock that was at end of marina. The dock was available as agreed the previous day and we went alongside. Soon enough we had the hose and pistol and fuel was going into the tank like one would be filling up a car, just much bigger tanks that could take 8000 litres in total. 

As we had fueled 6000litres we departed and recovered the tender (yes, there was a small one in the garage + a jetski) that could be pulled up with a winch like a larger ship onto a slip. Then all was closed for sea (indications on bridge) and off we went into the fiord to reach open seas and turn towards Croatia. On the way we passed the old cold war accesses for submarines, the doors had fallen apart and one could see old hulks floating in there.

Montenegro former navy installations
Croatia
Croatia
Croatia coast

We would have to check into Croatia in Cavtat port but as it was Sunday I was informed by our Agents that the Customs (capitanerie) was not open there and was advised to go to Dubrovnik instead. Said and done we went on economic speed of 8-9kts towards Gruz port in Dubrovnik, at same time booked a berth for the night in Marina Frapa as per plans. 

The agent did the clearing in and the "vignette" (cruisepermit) at the Customs dock and then we could move over to the marina that was on opposite side. We moored stern-to Mediterranean style and the marina gave groundlines, very new looking facility and clean jetty. As we had tied up the crew was dismissed onto town and I was invited for dinner with Owners. We enjoyed a nice dinner in the old city at the water front near the cruise ship jetty. Afterwards spent the evening walking around old town before returning onboard for the night.

Bridge views
Dubrovnik, Gruz
Dubrovnik, Gruz
Stern-to in Frapa
Old town Dubrovnik
Old Town Dubrovnik
Old town Dubrovnik
Cat enjoying the scenery
Old town Dubrovnik

Morning 19th as planned we left early for Mljet Island toward the nature reserve at the far western end. It was again economic speed and we pottered ahead 8kts, it was quite remarkable that the 3000+ HP MTU engines only consumed about 30litres/ hour at this speed considering that doing 32kts it would be 950litres/hour. Also the range for former would be 2400' compared to latter with 300'. Gives some perspective to the old adage that "time is money".

Local ferry
Local ferry

During morning the Owner outlined his quest of rendering his yacht into commercial from private and that he'd been waiting for the previous skipper to furnish all the necssary data to the intended new flag state (changing from British to Cook Is) but apparently he had been too busy. Later in the afternoon I spent 2hrs collecting the data he needed for the flag state surveyor,  piece of cake. 

We were at the nature reserve around lunch time & after having sailed in the labyrinthine fiord we anchored inside the innermost bay that was already littered by small boats with the classic anchor ahead and lines ashore arrangement. Eventually I managed to drop anchors at a spot where we didn't need stern lines ashore so as the breeze was steady we rode on the anchors. 

Mljet

Guests went ashore to explore the Island on electric scooters whilst crew got on with housekeeping. Apparently this nature reserve had been Tito's favorite, I can't fault him at that, the surroundings looked spectacular. At some point the reserve guards came to say hello and wanted us to pay entry, luckily we had purchased tickets online so we were covered and they were happy to see the email. Come evening the wind came down and for the night it was calm. 

20th morning we made arrangements to leave and as we heaved up anchors we were delayed a bit having them fouled during night. I should have heaved up one for the night. Luckily a chap next to us came and gave a hand to our deckhand and me pulling lines and chains on fore deck whilst the Owner was on the controls. Soon enough we were on our way north over to the next Island, Korcula, allegedly the birth place of Marco Polo, at least as per Croatian opinion.

As we came towards Korcula the wind increased and soon enough in front of Korcula it was pretty strong gale force winds blowing steadily from west along the channel formed by the Island north of Korcula. We retreated down towards where we had come from to some relative shelter and tried anchoring next to an Island for lunch, I put down 60m of chain in 5m of water but the glassfiber boat swung over 180deg and rode up in to the wind, bottom consistency was rock, and soon enough we started dragging closer to shore so I heaved up anchor in search for a better venue. Shortly I put down the anchor near a monastery and was again swinging wildly from the wind and again after some time we started again dragging. Luckily lunch was over by then. I started to see why the locals tied up their sterns ashore.

Korcula
Korcula
Korcula
Korcula
Korcula
Islets off Korcula

Later in afternoon having confirmed there was no space in Korcula marina we managed to secure a berth a bit south in Lumbarda marina, a quaint small village and I think we got the last berth for the evening. The wind was still buffeting us and the thrusters proved convenient holding the vessel in place at close quarters. Here we also got groundlines from the marina and secured stern-to.

In the evening I was instructed to take the crew out for dinner and we took taxi from the marina into town. The driver spoke excellent english but with an American accent, turned out he had spent years working there. Once in Korcula we ambled along the seaside where there was a long row of restaurants and we chose fairly quickly one that looked ok. Food and service turned out fantastic and everyone was enjoying, all 4 crew of us. For dessert we decided to walk to an ice cream parlor and call our American taxi driver to take us back.

On the 21st we went all of us to the local hospital for Covid tests (everyone registered the previous evening online) and then for provisions. Italian officials wanted us all tested within 48hrs so timing was crucial. The venue for testing had been setup on the backyard of the hospital and was pretty straight forward, there was a line along the wall and a single chair at the nurses table. When your turn came you told them your name, they cross checked it off their list and you sat down, the nurse approached, asked you to remove your mask. Once mask was off she'd attack with a swab and first stick into your throat to tickle your tonsils and when you sarted gagging she'd stuff the swab into your nose. From there she pushed it so deep that once resistance was met she gave it a good swirl before pulling it out. Then you were done, not the most pleasant of experiences. We had to be back a few hours later to collect the tests so it was off to the supermarket.

At the supermarket the Chef was left for her needs and Owner wanted to buy some electric fans so we were off with the taxi to a local electrics store and eventually scored some good ones. Once back at the market I gave a hand with the shopping and our Spanish stewardess was looking on as she had stumbled down her bunk and hurt her knee. By the looks of it I did straight away recommend going on sickleave as she had a history of ski accident. She tried and and tried but I eventually managed to convince the Owner (as the Island had only first aid clinics with one Doctor serving surrounding Islands) to send her home on sick leave before any real damage was caused by her hobbling around trying to do her duties.

Once shopping was done and test results collected we were back at the marina clearing out the bill for the stay and Owner and me chatted to the manager about the activities there which was quite interesting as next door was a working shipyard for decent size coastal vessels. Then it was time to cast off and try and find a place for the night. The same breeze as yesterday was again prevalent and I started seeing a pattern that mornings it would blow up to westerly, ten by evening it would go down and turn easterly in the wee hours until in afternoon turning westerly again. Local coastal breeze effected by change of temperature of land and water. 

We cruised round all the small islands in the area and I tried a stern-to mooring at one place but the sidewind pushed us off plus & then the fwd thruster stopped working. Again heaved up anchors and we cruised to another bay where we got wind shelter and stayed for the night. I put out 80m in 5m of water depth. Then we went for a swim to look at the forward thruster and discovered there were no blades left anymore, they had been all sheared off for some reason. Owner did earlier ask me if it sounded odd but as I had no audioimpression when it was working normally I still thought it was ok as it sounded the same rough hydraulic growl as when other small vessels I've heard using their thrusters and thrusting power was fine too. Apparently the previous skipper had had some issues previously so possibly it was damaged then slightly and with my usage the blades then cavitated off one by one.

She swung again as usual but by evening the wind died and early wee hours of the 22nd the easterly breeze set in and I had to heave up by sunrise because of the chop that rocked the boat, so change of location was on the cards in order to get lee. The anchor seemed to hold much better with 80m out, again stayed ok but as the wind turned westerly and the vessel started to swing in another pattern the anchor lost hold and we were again dragging. By this time it was early afternoon and I suggested we go and checkout from Korcula so we could sail for Italy as planned. 

Owner agreed and we started toward Korcula town, the same hoolie blew from west in front of the town and the yacht was instructed to moor on the Customs jetty. I suggested to Owner instead of risking damage I'd take the tender ashore and he'd hover in front so the officials could see the yacht (as they wanted). Said and done I was bobbing ashore and meeting the agent with all documents in hand. Met the Agent and we started the procedure, first was the stamp of port captain which took maybe 5minutes. 

Then it was to the portpolice where all our passports were pored over and inserted into the system. The thing took ages and the officer was apparently getting instructions over the phone of how to do it. After 1.5hrs she had finally processed all 6 of us (forbid the thought of a cruise ship with 5000 people onboard!) and we had been stamped out and we could take our leave after a quick stamp at the Customs office. 

Another Riva at Customs jetty
Croatian islands
Last Croatian islands
Sunset

I found my deckhand and was on my way to the tender when the Agent raced back and said we had to go back to the police as she had stamped the wrong date in the departure crew & guest lists and passports. Another 15min wasted when dates were corrected. Then when I had the papers finally in my hand I headed towards an irate Owner (luckily the police had agreed the yacht could go behind Korcula town to get wind shelter). I got onboard, recovered the tender and headed towards Italy. Afterwards the Agent explained the officer had never done a checkout before so probably it is not a common occurrence in Korcula.

During the whole checkout process I was asserted again and again by the officials that I must follow the straight course out of Croatian waters and not stop or stray anywhere. The coast guard will follow the AIS track and if I'd tarry along the straight route out of Crotia the vessel would be fined upon next entry and also the Master even if on another ship. Very particular bureaucratics and surprising considering we were moving inside EU from one EU nation to another although we came into Schengen when entering Italy. After the initial tacks to get clear of the coast I settled on an almost southerly heading straight towards Bari. Owner then proposed if I would stay a few days more with my relief to give him a better handover and to assist in the transit to Sicily to which I agreed.

Full moon
Full moon

As the night got on the wind got less and less so when we arrived Bari on the 23rd morning it was dead calm. I was up before sunrise and got to see the most awesome moonset. The entry into port was straight forward into the basin and right, we moored at the local shipyard docks, stern-to once again and marina gave us groundlines. On the jetty the new full time skipper waited, a very friendly Maltese chap. We had to clear into Italy and disembark guests. The police was very late to arrive and once onboard it didnt take long for them to scan passports and issue an arrival crewlist. 

Agent told me my SA Chef could not go ashore (because of Covid scare?), so I offered to go and took a taxi to a huge Conad supermarket and got her essentials for next couple of days as we were going down the boot of Italy to Sicily for Pozzallo port. The Owner was so enamoured to the new skipper he spent hours telling him bits and pieces and the history of the boat that I did not get much words in between but I did have another 2 days. Eventually we had to delay departure and in the end we sailed at sunset, the current was pushing us along 9-10kts and I got messages not to waste fuel. 

Bari
Bari
Bari visitor
Sunset

On the 24th we did a full speed test with the other skipper and got up to 30kts, probably why we did not reach 32kts was maybe because of a slightly dirty bottom or that we had the trim tabs on auto. During the morning the other skipper had been woken up from his day dreaming by the Italian coast guard asking where we were going. Later on in the day caught a massive tuna that then our deckhand spent the evening cleaning and chopping up.

30 kts
Coast of Italy
Tuna

Afternoon on the 25th we arrived Pozzallo and headed straight into the shiplift as the bowthruster had to be fixed and some other maintenance could be carried out before the other Owners arrival. It turned out the propeller was plastic. Once all fast in the basin we turned off all electrics and the crew headed for a local hotel. I got a taxi to Catania where I was flying home to Genova the next day. The hotel in Catania was very posh but unfortunately due to my late arrival I had no time to enjoy the facilities and it was sleepytime straight away.

Pozzallo shiplift

On the 26th I took a taxi with airline pilots and didn't have to pay any fare. The flight to Genova was uneventful and from the airport i taxied to Piazza Principe train station so I could head home to my Ligurian mountain retreat.

Like cattle to the slaughter into the aluminium tube

As a footnote I would think the Riva was a nice boat enough for 8mil pricetag but I found it lacking in autonomy for grey and black water considering the lack of facilities in many marinas. 
I also would have thought the Sleipner thrusters would be made of more durable material, it is not uncommon to have debris floating around in marinas. I however commend Riva on their customer service that they got the spare props into Pozzallo for a quick change on the hard, they could've been changed in the water but it would need later on a lift to ensure watertightness. 
The owners manual on the ipad was pretty comprehensive but didn't include the clients add-ons like a watermaker and separator. 
Also the crew quarters are quite ridiculous spacewise, more like an afterthought, having crew living in very cramped space for weeks on end and an equally small common space does not really contribute to longevity. Interestingly just above the crewquarters were 2 really large storage compartments that were almost as large as a cabin in itself, kind of waste of space as the vessel was used now. 
I'm thinking the idea is that the boat is skippered by the Owner himself or only used for island hopping and crew usually lodge ashore apart from the odd night. This would explain the small wastewatertanks etc.
Last but not least I would opt for heavier chains, the current ones were far too light to hold the boat safely at anchor. Recognised recommendation is to put 6x the waterdepth and I did put much more and still it didn't hold.