position: 03 06 S, 033 38 W, Sunday, 1800 zulu

When we were looking for the anchor again, two sharks, a barracuda, and two turtles were staring at Bita, a fisherman, but the anchor didn’t want to show up, it probably chose to stay in this beautiful part of the world.
A French loner helped me pull the pontoon up. As soon as I left the buoy, I was attacked by a mass of winged ants. Fishermen  called me on the radio to check if everything was all right a few more times. I’m really touched, people are so kind here.
There was no wind at night, now it’s blowing a little. It’s really hot and sultry, sometimes a rainy cloud comes by. I’m in the middle of some current which is totally opposite to the one I want to get into, so I don’t even have to tell you that these 3,5 knots don’t make me happy... Well, at least I’m 80 miles away from the shore – we have to be happy with what we’ve got. I’ve felt really weak all day. I can’t remember when I last was so powerless, I don’t know what’s going on.