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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... We're lucky it's been diagnosed. I'm going to phone clinics in the UK and the States tonight, and find out which is the best place for treatment. Wherever it is, we'll go there. With luck we'll have much more time than you think and we ...
... We're lucky it's been diagnosed. I'm going to phone clinics in the UK and the States tonight, and find out which is the best place for treatment. Wherever it is, we'll go there. With luck we'll have much more time than you think and we ...
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... We're going to the best place for treatment.' 'You're right.' I put my arms around him and smelt his tired, nervous sweat, as if he'd just finished a long operating session. I didn't want to let him go. The following days were hectic ...
... We're going to the best place for treatment.' 'You're right.' I put my arms around him and smelt his tired, nervous sweat, as if he'd just finished a long operating session. I didn't want to let him go. The following days were hectic ...
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... we're looking for is as rare as hen's teeth, I know,' Felix started, 'but we're looking for a “Savage 42”.' The shipbroker's eyes widened, and he sat up. 'That's very interesting. The bloke I was just talking to phoned from Brisbane ...
... we're looking for is as rare as hen's teeth, I know,' Felix started, 'but we're looking for a “Savage 42”.' The shipbroker's eyes widened, and he sat up. 'That's very interesting. The bloke I was just talking to phoned from Brisbane ...
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... We're on our way, sure looks good.' Felix beamed. 'Evening forecast is for light variable winds.' That evening I heated a chicken casserole and rice in the microwave, followed by a fruit pudding. It was so calm, I added a flambé brandy ...
... We're on our way, sure looks good.' Felix beamed. 'Evening forecast is for light variable winds.' That evening I heated a chicken casserole and rice in the microwave, followed by a fruit pudding. It was so calm, I added a flambé brandy ...
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... we're about 10 miles east of the northern entrance to Gladstone. According to the pilot book it's a tough channel to negotiate without local knowledge. Maybe Air-Sea-Rescue could advise us.' I heard him turn on the radio. 'Air-Sea ...
... we're about 10 miles east of the northern entrance to Gladstone. According to the pilot book it's a tough channel to negotiate without local knowledge. Maybe Air-Sea-Rescue could advise us.' I heard him turn on the radio. 'Air-Sea ...
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