What we signed up for.

Day 7 of the Return trip.

So we have now had 2 days of recuperation. It's been downwind in comfortable wind-speeds and conditions. We have had EVERYTHING out to dry.

From clothes, to matresses, to food-packs, to books. But before we could get complacent, our jacked-up shore crew pointed out that there was another low pressure system headed our way and that we'd do well to avoid it - lest we desired more uphill sailing. So we put in a gybe, working around all the bags and clothes strewn around the deck, and started tracking North-East.

We got back up to 34 degrees South a lot faster than we had anticipated. we are now heading due-east under motor and sail, waiting for some wind to fill in from our port beam.

We have taken off our bear-suits and foulies (a bear suit is like a onesie, but for men), and got the shorts and vests out.

With the possibility of some kak weather coming, this may be the last jovial blog entry for a few days. So we hope you enjoy it.

We had a catch yesterday! Shortly after the gybe, Dave/Navidave/Davidaloca noticed a tug on the  line. When we hauled it in, it turned out that it was Raf's SA Rugby shirt which must have fallen off during the gybe! Our catch-of-the-day of Springbok was disappointing to everyone except Raf.

On the topic of Raf, his levels of honesty are through the roof. He was on his own, dividing biscuits for the night watches, when he found that there was one extra cookie. Raf piped up that he had a problem, where any one of the rest of us would have guzzled that thing quietly and not said a word!

We had a blockage of the heads (lavatory). This was a big problem, but after a lot of toil it was resolved (see what I did there?). There will be no discussion of how the problem was fixed, just be happy that it was. As a result of this scene, all male-type humanoids are sentenced to sole use of the sugarscoop cubicle AKA the men's room henceforth. We couldn't apply this ruling to Gina - we are gentlemen, of course.

We finally had a decent breakfast that wasn't leftover broth from days passd. The calmer conditions facilitated Gina making some delicious french toast with an exciting array of condiments - cinnamon sugar, honey, fresh lime, Black Cat peanut butter (thanks Goldy!), and a HUGE tub of Dulce de Leche from our lovely friend Florencia (gracias Florencia!).

That tub of dulce de leche is probably going to vanish faster than Mrs de Carvalho's biscuits (thanks Vitoria!).

The last thing that everyone should know about, is that last night, Ric got a PK from a flying-fish. His exact words: "Ah! Flying fish to the back!"

Thanks for reading!

Ciao