Puerto Lucia! and in a med
mooring for the night. The shore is tantalizingly close - but just out of
reach. I'd have to launch the dinghy to get there - it's simply too much work
- so I'm going to have a bite to eat and a good nights sleep. It's kind of
weird as there is absolutely zero movement.
Tomorrow they haul me out
and the work should, might, hopefully... begin!
Scattered Winston's ashes.
A pod of dolphins were
frolicking in the bow wave. I sat on the pulpit seat, told him I loved him and
let him go. The dolphins then turned and left. I'd like to think he was with
them. I certainly felt a much lonely person when he had gone. I was gutted.
Finally sighted land! Isla
de la Palata a small island off the coast of Ecuador. I was on deck cleaning
some of the rust stains (it's amazing what 10 days of saltwater over the decks
will do to a boat - the amusing thing was that rust stains on my windward side
ran up the deck (against the camber) a feature of having been pointing to wind
for the last 900 miles ish!)
There is next to no wind and
the sea state is quite flat - so it's a pleasure being able to easily move
It's going to be touch and
go wether I make my destination by nightfall - I'm optimistic that I'll have
enough light to anchor by else I shall just wait offshore for the night.
Finally crossed the equator
at dusk. Not quite sure what the protocol is. So we (winston attended in
casket) had fancy dress (I seem to recall that it is necessary) - I came as a
scruffy bloke wearing a ladies hat - Winston also had a ladies hat. We asked
the king for permission to cross the equator. We offered a drink to the King of
the sea - raised a glass. Then a symbolic dunking of the equator virgins
(looked more like a christening). And we were on our way. It was quite fun -
we'll i guess you had to be there. I guess we didn't quite get it right
because shortly afterwards the wind finally died....