Day 5 to SA
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Tue 5 Nov 2019 06:00
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19:39.355S
37:25.000E
Day Five to
SA
 Yesterday began with a very
frustrating lack of wind so on went the engine. We flopped about doing three to
four knots and the arm of the right side of the boom break shot off its nuts
(retrieved) but the bolt was nowhere to be seen. At least on the calm sea the
leak pot needed no bailing..... Dawn this
morning.
Our daily email from Des (currently
to the little fleet now spread over eighty or so miles) came the news that in
three days a small system will cause discomfort but in five days winds may
increase to 45 knots and he feels it best if we duck in to Bazaruto (Mozambique)
and wait for the next window before the 550 mile hop down to Richards Bay in
South Africa. So really, the blog titles should, for accuracy say “day... to
Moz”. Oh well, after our battering getting from Chagos to Madagascar we have
resolved to stop and not risk it. I needed ‘happy food’ for lunch so chose to do
myself five fish fingers with ketchup. Naughty but so nice.
During the afternoon I cut the
skippers hair but as he mumbled a response and not an immediate yes, I did a grade one all over and called him baldy.
Huh. I enjoyed messing
about taking a half-way stage
picture.
  Silly fun,
but at least the skipper looks a bit less like Old Father
Time, hey less of the old. If the cap
fits..........
   At dusk our little
swiftet came to say “hello” and we thought he may sleep on board but as we are
running parallel to the Mozambique coast he probably thought it was simpler to
fly the thirty five miles so after swooping around for ten minutes – off he
went. Sunset was very pretty this
evening
By dark the wind began to grow and my
two till six shift saw us average 6.67 knots. From 22:00 to 06:00 an average of
6.21 knots. Not bad at all but the leak pot got three inches.
Growling.
This morning the wind has not
immediately died out so at our current rate we should be at the entrance to
Bazuruto late afternoon the day after tomorrow. Then ten miles wiggling through
the sand bars (only to be done on a rising tide for obvious reasons). 128.6
nmiles in the last twenty-four hours.
ALL IN ALL MOZAMBIQUE MEANS
SAFETY FIRST
IT IS WHAT IT
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