310 miles to Easter Island

We’re still motoring. The only course we can sail puts us too
far North. It’s clouded over again this afternoon but a few minutes ago a one
metre Dorado took our line and after a bit of a fight Steve landed him and
dispatched him with the same war club he bought in
Not a lot to report, we are reading and playing computer games…I’ve just finished Isabel Allende’s “Daughter of Fortune” which is okay boat reading but somehow runs out of steam by the end. It’s nice to have a freezer full of fresh Dorado fillets. The grey is back. It gets lighter at dawn but there is not smidgeon of colour. The motor chugs on into the South Westerly Force 5. Demetri came on watch at
I enclose a couple of shots of the Dorado as well as the Sunset du Jour. |