Less than 300 miles to go! So says the techie instrument on board. That makes it 34 hours to Singapore if we keep our average speed at 9 knots per hour, putting us at a late afternoon arrival into the marina.
After 30 odd days out at sea, the knowledge that I am sailing home is truly exhilarating!
With less than 300 miles to go, Singapore no longer seemed like the mythical place it appeared to be a week ago. I conjured my final stash of sweets last night, surprising everyone on how I had managed to ‘preserve’ them since Brisbane a month ago.
Since we are a few days away from port and racing has ceased, the most “productive” crew of mission performance have been doing deep clean *inserts groan* on the tunnels (bunks), saloon (dining area) and galley (kitchen) once again. It is not funny how ridiculously quick that much ‘crap’ gets accumulated after a week at sea.
I swear the boat generates its own shit just to make us clean harder, an effective way to keep the crew busy all day long.
counting down the hours