With Gina and I on the midnight watch, we arrived it the bay of Itajaí, following the chart that was gifted to us by our friend, Maia. We had to wake the tired crew to drop the mainsail and anchor. It was difficult to make out what the city was like at night. There was not too much light going around in the city.
When we woke up in the morning, it was raining. Pretty solidly at that. But in the gaps in the rain we could make out lines of skyscraper hotels all along the beach front. I somehow feel that not much happens in this place in low-season. We didn't have a chance to go ashore because of the rain, and the fact that there was no taxi boat in sight.
So we had a lazy day relaxing on the boat. NAAAAAAAAAT! We set about getting rid of that diesely smell permeating from beneath the floorboards. We took all the boards out, and scrubbed them in the rain. The guys inside spent the morning on hands and knees inside the boat sponging siff bilge water and mopping up diesel. We got out the deck soap and jeyes fluid and made those bilges sparkle. Dave (bless his soul) volunteered to clean the heads. Im not sure if he'll be doing that again soon.
In the later afternoon the rain stopped. We made an executive decision to move this train down the line to find Florianopolis. Dave's fishing rod had stripped a gear in the reel so he packed that away for good. We hadn't actually caught anything decent on the rod anyway, so we would keep on trying with our trusty hand-lines.
It was a short sail around the corner to a very protected bay lined with oyster farms. It had just got dark, so we dropped a pick there and not too far away we could see the lights of the north end of Florianopolis flicker on...
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