10/11/08

347 nautical miles away from Reunion Island

Clouds with squalls and rain. Here is a source of wind, of constant need to change sails, to reef, to put new ones. In an instant, there is hardly any wind and I can’t go any further. Waves are in total chaos, I can’t even get a moment of sleep. Coffee and coffee again.
A ship passed me by a mile, green, with colourful containers. Looked nice.
Tuna fish jumped happily for a moment or two, but none wanted to jump on the deck, cut and fry itself  (this way ilderus pospolitus misses his meal).
some time later:
very interesting – one minute Tanasza goes steadily onwards and in a moment it wants to jibe because the wind goes crazy... Wind variations, even Bach himself would not be ashamed... May he rest in peace...