Saturday, January 15, 2005
tired captain, wet bed
we are surfing, flying, blasting through the lumpiest seas you can imagine. Well, that's not true, I am sure there are lumpier seas than this. But somehow a wave managed to fling itself onto the bed last night and the back cabin feels soaked. The kids just keep on going. I'm literally counting the hours now... three more days of this to go.
I'm uninspired to write much right now, might have something to do with barely being able to hold onto the keyboard and the boat flies around everywhere, and the kids interrupting me every few seconds. Toni has taken this dressing Ari up as a girl thing to an extreme. They now both insist he is in fact her sister. He only wants to wear dresses and princess crowns.
More to come when I feel more up for it,
13 10 ' N
52 56 ' W
473 miles to Tobago