Colin and me picked up a few groceries in the morning and mooched out of the
marina about 11:00. Naughtily we zoomed past 'Kealoa 8' on the way out of
the marina lagoon. Let's face it, there are going to be very few
opportunities for me to beat a 72-foot boat to anything on this trip. Any
way I hope you got a good photo, Rosie.
We anchored out in Rodney Bay and had a sandwich and a beer waiting for the
off. We crossed the start line close to the hooter and everyone piled into
the channel shoreside of the 'Barrel o Beef' rock, rounded a turning buoy
near Castries and pointed towards Panama. (Actually Aruba but don't tell the
As darkness fell there were boats in the distance ahead and to port and
starboard. More importantly, some were also behind us. So. Result!
The resident chef cooked up a spicy pork dish with baked potatoes and we
started a watch system which should keep us nice and knackered for the next
500 miles. I'm writing this on my first watch and I'm going to have to have
a look around outside now in case we are being overtaken.