Here we are, arrived in St Johns yesterday, played games trying to get the
Customs to come and clear us, which finally happened about 8pm and
then went to an Irish music pub with the crew of a neighbouring
yacht. What a hard life.
The last 24 hours was quick
sailing: The wind finally came up from behind (NE) and we rolled
downwind with the staysail and genoa, one on each side. Too much of
a dead run to want the main as well in 20 kn of
wind. That only went back up an hour before I arrived,
when the wind finally eased. The chart plotter had been
predicting the arrival time for 24 hours and I would have bet nothing at
all on achieving it, but the wind held.
It is strange to be in
a place where everyone talks English and the pubs are Irish. It is
very friendly and meant to be the artistic capital of Canada, so we ought
to appreciate the music. The fiddler last night was fully up to
professional standard, in the way that you get in Irish pubs, but never in
England.
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