Last night was all about very strong squalls and periods of silence. When it was calm, I would go ‘nowhere’ or got pushed into an unfavourable direction... but there was no point in putting more sails on, because the squall would be so strong that they would get torn. Not good. Yet, I’ve noticed that I’ve begun to get used to this situation and treat it as a good school of patience and finding the most favourable things, though sometimes they are also the tiniest ones, in every situation...
I kept watch at night, ready to leap out on the deck at any time. I steered a bit, but it was really cold in the rain, even though I’m near the equator. I’d wear socks, but I have no idea where I put them. Well, they were of no use to me in Brazil or Caribbean, or Panama. I think the last time I wore them was in Cape Town, in January or so:)

The day is just great. One squall after another, drizzle, again I can go nowhere. The autohelm pushes me into the wind on the waves, the autopilot needs calibration (I wouldn’t use it in such a fight, though, it wouldn’t be able to stand it). Wind turned a bit to the south, so it seems a little better to go south-east than north-west. There I go, then – easy, easy...
This night  the sky was beautiful.  The moon peeped out of a huge black cloud, It looked great, this marvelous glow on the cloud and on the ocean...
Today, a huge bird with orange legs wanted to perch on my solar panel. I thought it might be the one that pooed on me yesterday, but as I was at the autohelm (trying to work out the blocking system), I managed to stroke it – a great feeling...  And I finally got to block the autohelm! At least that is not going to bother me any more:)