If nothing disastrous happens, the days seem to blend into one. Today is grey – wall to wall, one tone grey – and this doesn’t help to distinguish it in any way.
The wind is just a few degrees off to prevent us from sailing the course we want. We could have done it with a normal main sail but with its somewhat altered shape, it just won’t do the job. Because of that, we have to allow ourselves to be taken north of the rhumb line and about 8 miles away from our little convoy.
I make a moqueca for lunch and it turns out pretty good. Not exactly the same as the ones we had in Brazil but very tasty.
The wind changes slightly in the afternoon to allow us to gradually join the other boats and by early evening we are sailing properly once more, managing to keep between 5 and 7 knots, a huge variation but the wind keeps ducking and diving.
It’s now pretty obvious that we will be in to port on Friday before dark, and might even be in late in the morning which will be good as it means we can clear customs and immigration. This has been a long haul. I can’t wait for it to end.
Our position is: 10 deg 31 min N, 58 deg 51 min W
Distance so far: 24342 nautical miles
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