Turtles, stars and lasagna
03:00 UTC | 01°32.9’N 090°16.7’W
Sailing
It’s currently nighttime onboard, and I have to say the sky we have is one of the best I have seen in my life. We can spot the Southern Cross, the Big Dipper, Spica, and so many other constellations mixed in with the Milky Way. It surely feels like we’re floating in space, with a flat sea state and Falken sliding at a steady 6 knots in 7.5 knots of breeze. The crew are struggling to choose what star to guide them on the helm!
Everyone is slowly settling into the routine, and we all very much enjoyed Mia’s famous first-night-at-sea lasagna, followed by our Glums and Glows (you would be proud, Andy).
Our plan is to keep heading on a southerly route until we find our beloved trade winds highway to take us to the Marquesas. Until then, we’re expecting light-ish winds with the occasional squall.
Not much more to report for now—going to go up on deck to enjoy the star show for the remainder of my watch!
Lots of love,
Alex Laline
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