We had a good amount of work to do on shore, so after breakfast and showers we had a little delegation meeting. Goldy and the girls were tasked with shopping (victualling) for the next 6 days. Raf and I went to make sure that we had all of our paperwork in order with the port captain. Ric and Dave were on boatwork duty.
Raf and I decided that we needed to stretch our legs, so we walked from the yacht club, over Florianopolis's iconic bridge to the Capitania do Port. It looked a lot closer than it turned out to be. Shoh. It was a long walk. When we got there we had everything in order: ship's papers, passports, skipper with his ticket and a slick translator. When we got there, the guy at the front told us that it was all unnecessary.
So no news was good news. We would just have to sort out the paperwork in Rio Grande. On a Sunday, the buses only operate every hour, so we made the groot trek back to the yacht club on foot.
We got back well after lunch time. Dave and Ricardo, who had allegedly been slaving the day away on the boat were also pretty skraal, so we went to the upstairs restaurant in the yacht club to see what was on offer. It conveniently turned out that it was a Sunday lunch buffet. The shoppers were still not back, so we made an executive decision to have lunch without them. We also felt bad having a massive lunch wihtout them, so when they eventually did arrive, we didn't give say a word about our lunch (if you guys are reading this now, we're sorry!).
We spent the evening at the yacht club, just appreciating the terra-firma before we would make tracks in the morning.
The next stop is Rio Grande do Sul, and the next blog post will be sent out via sat-phone!
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