370 nautical miles from the last island, 1360 from the next one.
the last two days have really washed me out (another strange idiom, isn't it?). Still at night, the one with all the breakdowns, I was hanging over the stern trying to mend the autopilot. And if it weren't enough, the headlamp died. So, I had to hold the torch between my teeth, needed one hand to support myself on something and go ahead, do what you have to do :) I drank some seawater, got bruised. In the morning, I checked and corrected my dab-hand work and all I can do now is pray that the sprocket doesn't wear off. Thus, I spend my days praying :) In the meantime, I've got a few people involved in my problems. One of them is Krzysztof Kaminski (www.interprosailingteam.com), who will buy me a new autopilot, which is supposed to miraculously get to the Brazilian island called Fernando de Naronha for which I am heading at the moment. It's so good that I can always count on those people! I wish you all friends like that!