Some unfriendly dolphins today. Privately educated I should imagine as they saw the cut of our jib and shied away. Tried playing Celine Dion but they certainly didn’t like that. One friendly young gannet entertained us with his flying fish catching.
We’ve just crossed the 75 degree line so time for clocks back one hour. Also 600 miles down and half way (to Panama) today, so Sunday roast and a beer each planned for this evening. Merry has been feeding us well....too well. I’m now 35 stone and have to use the dinghy davits to get out of bed.
Young Tom has been ill for a couple of days with very bad tonsilitis and after sat-phoning a doctor we have him confined to bed with a course of penicyllin (or something else with a similar spelling).
Had major heads episode last night. Total blockage of the brown variety. As the only holder of a diploma in sh*t management on board I spent 2 hours sweltering in a sea of stuff someone else had eaten. Finally fixed it in darkness while on our ear.Good job I have a strong stomach.
We are staying far out from the coast so as to avoid the big winds that hang around the top corner of S America. These are the result of a big mountain (5800m) squeezing the trade winds into a narrow belt along the top of Columbia.
Today, Monday, we carried out our main gybe inwards towards Panama. Now shifting along on a bouncy broad reach, well reefed down, but taking wet stuff on board in 3 metre swell. This Caribbean sea is NOT a quiet place. Our ETA off Panama still looks about late Thursday or early Friday. Got our stained and crumpled linen suits and dodgy moustaches ready. Anyway must go as we are down one and looking forward to another long night of 2 hour watches.
Miguel de los Buogies
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Sent by satellite phone from onboard 'Felicity J'
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