Thursday 28/08/08   08.00 Darwin Time, 12 55 S; 116 03 E  ...wind still shows no inclination to cooperate...

Up to now, I noticed that each and every stage of my journey has been very different: the first one was difficult technically and the weather was rough, the second one was easy – there were a lot of storms, though. The third one tested my endurance and navigation, and now psychology took its place – I have a rendezvous in Coconut Island, and the wind doesn’t want to blow... I am always afraid to ask for wind aloud... a few times I got more wind than I wanted, and once, I think, even more than Tanasza was meant to be able to withstand...

yet I sail... at least 3,000 meters of  water below me. Only a few centimetres of plastic – yacht’s deck and my sleeping bag lay between me and the abyss... water surrounds the yacht, I hear it tapping against the deck before I fall asleep... there is no better lullaby I could listen to...
Tomasz from Perth gave me his poems. "Podarte kartki wspomnień" (“Torn pieces of memories”)... I read.