Pos 23:08.35S 44:19.34W
A sailing day. 0700 up and at ‘em Yves is already aboard
looking for his memory stick which he thought
he’ed left aboard after last night festivities and photo
copying sessions. We can’t it but are sure he took it
with him though did contain some of Thomas rather dubois
shots of his “Bums and Bikinis”
girls and could possible have been censored by Katrine !
We start the engine and electronics and are away before
“mon capitan” surfaces, heading
back to Ilha Grande
and bays enroute. We pick up a southeasterly and were of
goosewinging at 7/8knots going like a train.
Lunch of tomatoes stuffed with tuna salad with fresh
homemade Brioche (a parting gift from Katrine on Grey Pearl) followed by apple
crumble and ice cream.
We hear from Fredrik, he’s back on
his oil rig and its on a course in our general direction so we alter
to intercept. As we near he radios us
that he is on the Helideck, clutching the glasses we see him and as
approach they sound their sirens.Its
enormous, chugging along under its own power and belching diesel fumes as they
are run equipment tests.
Fredrik on the Helipad (right)
We finally anchor back at Lagoa Verde just as it begins
to rain, a swim then G & T’s and as the rain increases
its time to put up the awnings to protect the the cockpit
from the storm.
Desperate search for beer.
Back in communications again its time to send the latestest Blog
before a dinner of Spaghetti with a mix of things
various with a cheeky Chilian vintage. We are gradually
driven inside as the rain become torrential, and so to bed.
Nice for some but having closed all the hatches I had
omitted to close my porthole and have a soaking wet bunk.
Fortunately there are two in the cabin so I retreat to
the alternate, belatedly battening down my hatch and falling asleep to the
drumming of the downpour.