The time is 04:40, A storm is heading south down the Adriatic, it's the 30th of August 2010. At these moments a 20 year old dream is coming true. Heavily reefed and flying east, the wind is powerful approaching 30 knots. The moon sheds a ray of light through the thick cloud above, as they move swiftly to the right, south bound. The night is dark, the sea is strong, I'm on the tiller. We're surfing down short steep Adriatic swell, a land locked wave, very different to the broad shoulder wave, of the Atlantic the summer before... Suddenly Baby Mana races ahead, I turn, a look aft reveals the wall we're surfing down. probably 7, maybe 8 knots I think to my self... I pull hard on the tiller, her barn door stern hung rudder takes her bow off, preventing a broach. The wave passes, she slows to 5, it's all good.... Jenia joins me with 2 cups of hot tea, I'm wet, the wind is cold. A hot beverage is welcome, right hand on the tiller, the left holding the h