I set sail at 8 p.m. (yesterday).  I feel a bit sorry...
While pulling out the anchor chain, I got soiled with sludge and I must have been panting loudly because the crew of a yacht moored next to mine came on board as one man (another weird saying?)  to wave me goodbye :)
During the stop, I didn't get much rest and I set off more tired than before getting there. I raised the mainsails, which was futile, because I was still in the shadow of the island. And when I was spreading the sail down, one batten slid out just by the mast and got stuck near the lazy jacks... which, just out of spite, got stuck at the boom... I was struggling but I managed to mend it ,so I decided to have a nap, and just as I was going to do it...what do I see? A ship! Yes, a ship! A regular ship... probably they have brought my yoghurt! :)

The night is dark with a lot of stars, some wind aft, which means I have to take a roundabout way. During the day it's getting hotter and hotter so I'm trying to make up for the loss of sleep. I’m in a very interesting spot right now – it gets extremely shallow here, from thousands of meters to just a hundred.
It's 1 p.m. Zulu time, Friday
I'm 77 nautical miles from the island.
15 23 S, 006 56W