9th December, 1999
In my last mail, I think we were becalmed. Well, since then, we got a bit of wind - more like the beans we had for dinner than anything else - and then we got becalmed again. Despite a plethora of forecasts telling us we will get a real blow, we've seen nothing. And so we've become a motor boat with a big pole sticking out the middle to hang out the washing. At least the washing won't blow away :)
Oh well, we're on our way but I think we'll be lucky to get there before the end of Sunday. And even then we can't go in until daylight - reefs you see. Best avoided. The sun tan's good and I've read 6 books; oh, and I've written a song about our adventures. We're all in good spirits and still having a lovely time (at least we were until I sang my song).
One amusing little anecdote: I told you we went swimming in the middle of the Atlantic. Next day, we stopped to do the same. The skipper is on the toe rail about to make his entrance when he notices a twinkle from the deep: a large row of shiny teeth smiling at him with a four-foot body attached! Whoa! Skip decides that neither he nor the crew would be swimming that day. We agreed - the prospect of entering the food chain was not very appealing.
So that's it from the Atlantic. I think this will be my last. I'll see you all when I get back!
Danimal