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Bermuda Here We Come!

EPIC RACE ENDING - Bermuda here we come!

After a stressful day of racing with very little wind, we felt that a Rona
II aft deck spa date was essential. Face and foot masks, a homemade hair
salon and massage circle, and a stunning sunset finished our final full day
of racing.

Mother watch were rudely awoken at 4am by a mizzen staysail dropped down the
hatch, and "A spinnaker in 5". A busy morning for blue watch on deck
continued as we tried to keep moving in the wind hole - 4 spinnakers wooled
by midday! A low point was reached when a Portuguese man o'war jellyfish
overtook us, so we took all sails down and managed to overtake it again. An
uneventful finish to a fantastic race as we counted down to midday ships
time and the race ended. The roar of the engine accompanied our cheers as we
took our finishing position and started heading for Bermuda! We're all sad
not to reach the finish line under sail, but are looking forward to spending
time in Bermuda rather than drifting in a wind hole for several more days.

At happy hour we celebrated finishing the race with lemonade and an
incredible zebra cake made by Alexa, decorated with a map of the Atlantic
and paper boats. One thing we hadn't achieved yet which we were all really
excited about was swimming in the middle of the Atlantic, and we had been
contemplating it all morning only put off by the regular man o'wars drifting
past. However, there was much excitement at the end of happy hour when
skipper announced that instead of our regular salt water shower time we
could have bath time today!

The pinnacle of the last few days (and possibly the entire trip) occurred
when we all jumped into the 5000m deep, mirror blue ocean, only to hear
cries of 'WHALE!' We've been hoping for a whale all trip, and here it was
blow spouts and breaches and all as we all swam next to the boat (skipper
and mate took shifts). Happily the jellyfish and whales left us alone as we
enjoyed swimming, washing and jumping off the boat, before eating a dinner
of spag bol together on deck. A real high to finish the race on - with
Bermuda a mere 500 miles to go!

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