Cohiba - Day 12
Strange as we sail along none of us really know what day it is , which is a fantastic feeling.
Beating to windward mid Atlantic is strange.
Flying fish or swimming birds this is the question ?
We have impact sites all over the boat some two meters above sea level. The unfortunate part is they arrive on deck at night and quietly suffocate becoming stiff and smelly.
Another Dorado yesterday but full of white lice so back it went .Chicken curry instead.
Water making this morning a fascinating process of converting ocean into the most fantastic tasting of nothing fresh water no minerals and only 78 parts per million of particulates. We wonder what they are.
That’s all for now folks
Love and kisses