We have finally reached the Massawa (Mits’iwa) island group, a scattering of low lying, barren islands and coral reefs. The wind has now completely died and with so little room for fetch, the wild, three meter seas of yesterday morning have instantly turned to a bath. We’ve each traveled 3,665nm from Phuket, and 2,565 nm as a group in 19 days.
News from the three French boats called the Pelican Group, who stopped in Djibouti, is that time on land is so nice though like old
Sails are trimmed to just below the speed of the slowest boat allowing the chance to catch up. Genoa is reefed more, the down haul tightened, main is over trimmed as an easy way to regain speed once he’s near. I sit down and sing a song to match the beat caused by the rise and fall of the boat. The hum of wind on sail fills the song. Every now and then there is a crash and then the roll as the top of a wave curls. Nearly 20 knots of wind now, it is a gorgeous night. Suddenly