LUOGO: 330 miglia a Est di Cavenne, Guyana Francese
VENTO: 2,7 nodi
VELOCITÀ: 2,38 nodi
ROTTA: 278 gradi
DISTANZA DAI CARAIBI: 1200 miglia
Odiamo ancora le nuvole. Le odiamo, anche quelle carine. Rovinano le nostre giornate e tormentano le nostre notti, ed è appena successo di nuovo. Una macchia verde enorme ed inevitabile sul radar e una chiazza minacciosa nera all'orizzonte indicano un'imminente sventura, ma nulla può preparare allo scenario nauseante che resta quando è finita e ti ha rubato il vento, le speranze e in questo caso il tuo comando tanto sudato.
After the last dose of calm calamity cut our advantage from 35 miles to 5, we extended on the trailing pair to see the margin of comfort return to the 30s. But yesterday was tough, and we spent much of it dodging rain on the horizon. Again our lead shrank. And now one final and frantic squall has left us virtually even with CAMPER and Telefónica. Not very encouraging, but nonetheless, it's back to the task at hand.
We again find ourselves moving food, spares, sails, and personal gear to the front of the boat in just 2 knots of wind, praying something will fill our sad sails and get us the blazes out of here. We're all up and we've literally gone through every sail on the boat during the last hour, but it's done nothing to prolong the inevitable. There's not enough wind to justify unfurling a jib, so we sit, floundering under main only, keel canted to one side to prevent the boom from sweeping uncontrollably across the deck.
Okay, moving on. I'm tired of talking about clouds, tired of thinking about clouds. Just hate 'em! Going to go make some coffee for the fellas as it's looking like it will be a long and crummy night. Thankfully, tomorrow is another day!
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