we have officially hit the Caribbean doldrums. We are ghosting along the coast of Hispaniola at 3.3 knots in 7 knots of wind. Glad we got the bottom cleaned.
It’s going to be light air for a long time. We’re trying to eek it out but Mr Yanmar is waiting impatiently.
Deb hates this shift. We get a moment together because I can’t sleep in the daylight so I make tea and yak yak yak until she flees to the aft cabin. I’m smart enough not to check on her for at least an hour.