As Lee Scratch Perry blasts through the Wonder Boom, the Scania dully pushes us forward towards this great continent. The madness that has struck the shores around the world has not affected us up until now. Emails keep us up to date but there is little we can do. We are all healthy as the two doctors on board claim. What waits for us at the end of this course line is unsure. We are eager to find out and keep the boat on track. Weather forecast gives us light winds trough to tomorrow. This is also something we have no influence on. A brighter sun will shine, I’m sure. Temperature changes are already felt. Bare feet are found lying around the deck, with half stripped bodies accompanying them.
Jonny prepared a killer breakfast with eggs and toast and a berry salad to wash it down. The toast is of the batch he baked last night. He left it to rise and told me happily how good the new temperature is for the dough. An hour and a half later we find the dough half way up the stairs because it had risen so fast. We all have to adjust to these new situations… Wild live is limited to a few white chinned petrels and a juvenile Wanderer. The air barley supports their flight. I never get tired of watching them!
575 nml to go, and we plot and trod on! You cant make the finish if you didnt start!
All is well, Gijs
