Day 13

So the squalls have officially started. We had half a dozen pass just by us and one went over us dumping wind and rain. Weather forecast had talked of “serious squalls”. As we’re not sure what that exactly means we furled in yo handkerchief sized sails. All of this meant another night without a lot of sleep. Having heard of a Swedish catamaran participating in the ARC (the one that doesn’t stop in Cape Verde) that lost its rudder and sank (all onboard rescued) makes us more vigilant checking our own juryrigged rudder… Oh and I just discovered that the 6 milks that was bough in cape  verde wasn’t long lasting and has exploded in the cabinet, so I’m off to clean that up as soon as possible. Oh, and as a rerun to Kira’s traumatic experience two years ago: Michael was hit in the head by a flying fish last night… two and a half days until we get in… we’re ready!