October 2, 2013
The Captain woke me up at 6am to a grey, rainy, windless day. I was surprised to realize that the rain was warm, so this is not a squall -- storm-flung rain that wants to be hail -- it is just a normal rainy day. Our first rainy day.
Eric told me that our ETA in Santos is 6pm, 12 hours to go.
|Lots of time for sleeping (if you are not on watch, of course!)|
The state of John’s and my clothes is pretty sad. Everything we own is either really wet, somewhat wet, damp, smelly and/or dirty (I was hoping to dry some of our things on the lifelines today -- but with the rain not possible). And we are arriving tonight into the Sao Paulo millionaires yacht club. Without any clean/nice clothes to wear, either we have a problem, or we might just pretend we are eccentric millionaires who have just arrived after a world cruise. Yes... eccentric will have to do.
We spent the day anticipating our arrival. I started to pack, which turned out to be a big mistake. I slept for a while in the morning, we had lunch, and after a foggy, rainy, really nasty afternoon, we finally arrived in Santos yacht club.
|Foggy approach to Santos harbor|
On our approach to the yacht club, once again, I was in charge of the radio communications, but I wasn’t able to connect -- we didn’t have the club channel 65. The radio dial goes from 1 to 64 and then from 67 on. Go figure.
Eventually, we arrived and tied up at the fuel dock and started to fill up Fiona with diesel. We traveled 1000 miles and according to Eric’s calculation we spent 50% of our time motoring. After 120 liters the pump ran out of diesel. We will have to wait until tomorrow when the station will be refueled at around 10am (in Brazilian time, that could be any time from 10am to 2pm.)
The restaurant was closing at 8, so we decided to leave the boat on the fuel dock until tomorrow. We'd have dinner while the restaurant was still open, and then take the so-much-awaited shower (yes, the really much-awaited shower again).
Dinner was very lively with the company of Jack Daniels, Bacardi Gold and Chilean red wine. Back on Fiona, because I have already started to pack, I struggled to find the basic necessities. Darn, it took me two weeks to get organized on the boat. I could find everything I needed in the dark. Now I had to rummage through my put-away sacks and ended up unpacking all again, but now I still didn’t know where anything was.
The waters were so calm it felt we were sleeping on land.
Tomorrow we will depart -- via bus -- for Sao Paulo.
|Saying good-bye to Fiona|
Thank you very much for sailing along with us!
Over and out.
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