Tuesday 26/08/2008
12 46 S 119 14 E  1930 Darwin Time

... I am sailing towards the sunset... a multitude of ships, their paths on a chart look like a Christmas Tree and their real lights look like candle lights on a Christmas Eve... these two ships going north which have just passed me seem to have turned back in order to cross my course. At least, such is the impression. In reality, new lights, this time southbound, appeared in the place where the two vessels disappeared on the starboard...

after some time one of them passed in front my bow and the other one went behind my stern.

(...) a “pot hanger” broke down – it happens when you cook on a swinging cooker.
Fortunately, I have a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, and I don’t cook much, or I stabilise a kettle with my hand. Today, it was sufficient for me just to sniff coffee from a pot. I think I will wait for some inspiration to fix it, but definitely not today.

Portuguese Men of War (Physalia physalis) pass by Tanasza more and more frequently. They look really impressive. Tiny, rainbow coloured, they sail on a favourable wind. It is a season for stinging tourists swimming in northern Australia, and poor things sail alone towards Australian shores, fighting waves majestically.