Saturday came, 30th of August. High noon,  12 47 S, 112 42 E.
Total cloudiness in the morning but I’ve got the right course, it will take me directly to Coconut Island.
They say that only those who really want it go to the sea. I want it. It is beautiful. Immense space, total freedom. My yacht is marvellous, there are birds, lots of birds, I suppose there are plenty of fish too, but I don’t fish, just in case. I try to avoid fishing around the world. I passed so many fish boats in the night that I’ve had enough of the smell of a fresh catch. By the way, do the fishermen realise that when they are working on deck and they have their spotlights switched on, they can see nothing except for a white ball and they simply do not know where they sail! They are very loud on the radio, though!  They chit chat (usually when I want to go to sleep) on a channel designed to be used only for calling up and most important business... Surely, a fisher wants to be at sea and I, most probably, just  can’t see how important it is to boast to another fisher how big a fish he caught... I bet it was soooooo large...