position: 32:39.0N, 64:37.8W
...and we're off!
decided to spend fri evening in St. George's in the
end. we met Jacob, a stocky discheveled man, at customs. He appeared
to have been involved in quite a serious brawl, or perhaps several (scabs
and bruises over his face and body) but was remarkably cheery, kindly
handing us a beer (7% carlsberg) while we were waiting. He
turned out to be Icelandic but spoke quite good English, and
we exchanged plans for the coming weeks and it turned out he was sailing
direct to Ireland. That was until Henry showed him a picture of
the Azores in a book and he smiled a wide grin and changed his
mind. He got up from the pier, exclaimed "i always leave harbour
drunk", and disappeared through ferry cut behind a cloud of smoke, beer in
shortly after this we discovered that our crate of
ginger beer that we'd innocently bought at Hamilton to pick up the sugar loads
in times of need, is in fact loaded with rum... no indication of the percentages
but from the taste it's not benign stuff!
following morning we set off at 6 and motor sailed
to current position.