Nine Summers: Our Mediterranean OdysseyAllen & Unwin, 1940 M01 1 - 336 páginas When surgeon Felix Huber was diagnosed with a rare cancer at age 60, he and his university lecturer wife, Rina, had a choice: draw inwards and eke out whatever time he might have left, or gamble on the future and live out their long-held fantasy of sailing the Mediterranean. The couple, sweethearts since childhood, chose to celebrate life. They had nine glorious summers of adventuring together, sailing from port to port around France, Italy, Greece and more offbeat destinations on their yacht. Along the way, they were befriended by locals, marooned in a hidden smugglers' harbour, and introduced to joyous new tastes and sights at every stop. There were numerous health dramas along the way which tested their optimism and their determination, but throughout it all the couple stayed positive and treasured living their dream. This is their heart-warming story. |
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... leave you alone.' 'Sure.' As soon as she'd walked out, a cheerful young doctor came in. 'Good day, Tom, so you'll be knocking me out?' 'Sure am, Felix! What's this I hear about you?' Then turning to me, he said, 'Hello, Mrs Huber.' 'Hi ...
... leave you alone.' 'Sure.' As soon as she'd walked out, a cheerful young doctor came in. 'Good day, Tom, so you'll be knocking me out?' 'Sure am, Felix! What's this I hear about you?' Then turning to me, he said, 'Hello, Mrs Huber.' 'Hi ...
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... leaves, scrambling up and down trees under a low grey sky. As we crossed the threshold of that old red brick hospital and wandered along corridors that branched like rabbit warrens, Felix's lips quivered and my throat felt parched. A ...
... leaves, scrambling up and down trees under a low grey sky. As we crossed the threshold of that old red brick hospital and wandered along corridors that branched like rabbit warrens, Felix's lips quivered and my throat felt parched. A ...
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... leaves, the sea breeze and tranquillity shrouded us. That first morning on Galatea was bright but cold. We rolled down the plastic sides of the cockpit cover and basked in the warmth. We breakfasted on porridge with brown sugar and ...
... leaves, the sea breeze and tranquillity shrouded us. That first morning on Galatea was bright but cold. We rolled down the plastic sides of the cockpit cover and basked in the warmth. We breakfasted on porridge with brown sugar and ...
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... leave Mooloolaba in the afternoon and sail through the night in order to reach Sandy Straits on an incoming morning tide so we can cross the bar. We can't avoid that.' We cast off at 4.30 pm, and settled into the routine we'd planned ...
... leave Mooloolaba in the afternoon and sail through the night in order to reach Sandy Straits on an incoming morning tide so we can cross the bar. We can't avoid that.' We cast off at 4.30 pm, and settled into the routine we'd planned ...
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... leaves and rippled the surface of the water. Two cormorants sat motionless on a rock. In the distance, a wisp of smoke rose from a barbecue beyond the trees. At sunset, shoals of fish flitted past, and when the moon rose after dark, we ...
... leaves and rippled the surface of the water. Two cormorants sat motionless on a rock. In the distance, a wisp of smoke rose from a barbecue beyond the trees. At sunset, shoals of fish flitted past, and when the moon rose after dark, we ...
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