The enormity of our situation of isolation has finally hit home today. Crew have been wandering around with a listless sence of helplessness. Are we alone? Has a nuclear strike wiped out our loved ones?
No, the interweb was down. Something to do with that big flappy thing people seem to take so much notice of getting in the way of our satellite dish. Thankfully we've turned around and can now get onto Facebook and World of Warcraft.
Otherwise a jolly good day. Someone found a button marked gybe and we immediately turned direction, very exciting. The navigators tell me that we are no longer heading towards Rio, but could be in Bangor Maine for Easter! Sun is shining, weather is hot, or so says Bob Marley.
Sextant classes seem to have abated today, Teacher Jonners having told naughty boy Ken that he needed to pay attention and stop drawing rude pictures in his notebook.
Film night last night featured Fargo, "Its Great" says Mr Big
News from the galley - this tack is very good for cooking, less for washing up. I'm trying to arrange with the powers that be another gybe-y thing around 7:30 consequently. Fish pie and mushy peas tonight as we start the previously frozen second portions of the mass cook off that has occured
Photo is another art house masterpiece from the lens of Ali Mac. It describes the futility of existance.
Busy Bianca has provided us all with clean sheets, and several of the crrew have had their first wash in celebration. The boat is smelling les like stale fish and more like appleblossom.
Onwards and westwards!