A perfect day on the ocean.
Friday night we sat down to home backed chollah, chicken
schnitzel and rice, just like home. After motoring all night in light airs we
woke up to a beautiful, breezy morning. We hoisted as much sail as the boat will
carry and were soon speeding northwards on a relatively calm sea, since then
it's been 7 knots and more with Horta on the nose. Our last twenty-four
hours run was 151 NM, one of our best yet.
We cleaned the boat from the mess of the previous day's
rough weather and were just going to get some coffee and tea ready when what
seemed to be an empty propane bottle turned out to be something more
complicated. There is an electrical solenoid in the gas piping to prevent gas
flowing into the boat if the flame goes out; this solenoid seems to have jammed
in the closed position. Chris and Shmulik worked
on it for an hour but without success. Anyway, no more cooking gas until
we arrive in the Azores. But not to worry, I had a Plan B for something like
this happening, we have an electric kettle and electric frying pan, so once
the generator was running we eventually had our coffee.
Shmulik is not very impressed with the electric frying
pan but is now getting organised with a sausage and
I've just calculated that this might be our last night
at sea on this voyage. With each hour we sail further northward it's getting