Dear Saltwater Persons,
You should see me sitting here in the sweltering saloon of the K2. Have pity on me. The boat goes up and down, back and forth, tumbles down and bounces back up, all at the same time. I'm sitting here sweating like an otter which saying I've never quite understood because how can you tell that an otter sweats? Anyway, I'll do it.
And then I'm sitting here on a bench that doesn't support my back and the keyboard dances up and down causing quite a few mistypes. Poor, poor, me.
And so this morning Mark was once again looking under the steering position lying on the lines in the locker to discover where that terrible creak comes from and whether we should worry about it. The answer is no, it is the age of a connecting rod that shows no further defects. Our emergency steering system and autopilot are also in good order, so we are not worried at all. But you still feel uncomfortable. There are better places imaginable to lie down. The sofa at home..
However, we are making good progress. An average of around 7 knots, which gives the citizen courage. If we can keep this up we won't complain.
With which you can actually forget about all of the above.
We don't see many animals at the moment, but we do pick ten of the flying fish from the gangway every day. Quite a pity that we have so many dead animals on our conscience just by sailing here. And too bad for those flying fish that their death escape technique works against them. It'll take some Darwinian magic to wear that out. You can eat them too, but they haven't all gotten a one, two, three, for God's sake.
So we are going well. Although it is somewhat bumpy. Nothing to complain. Tonight we eat pasta! With just about the last unpreserved vegetables.
Greetings Mark and Ton
