13 02 S; 105 34 E, 18.30 Darwin Time, Tuesday, 2nd of September.     

The weather became “moody”. I have the smallest sails and yet, Tanasza gets punished. Everything falls out of cupboards, it is difficult to move... clouds, rains, squalls and waves hit the deck all the time – just like in Conrad’s novels. One of such waves, a white horse, got into the mess: it soaked me, my mattress and totally flooded the galley – fortunately, my computer is always sheltered. I have just passed a  large fish buoy (nets’ marker). It was huge and it floated, just like that, with no worries.

I have made a rather awful discovery. Bookshelves got flooded with water. A few books got totally ruined, I am trying to save the rest drying them page after page. Let them dry, I want to read something...

Night reflections: these clouds are so dark that I can easily imagine shapes and silhouettes out of them. There is a superman jumping out of the window, there is a doggie and a tree... sometimes I think, though I don’t know why, that I am safe as long as I watch them, that they will not bring me anything dangerous when watched... I need to go to bed. I have an opportunity for rest, so I should use it. You never know when it will be possible to get some sleep (and how much I will be allowed to sleep) while on the sea.