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Spring Cleaning

As the distance to Bermuda decreases we begin to spring clean the boat.

Bermuda is still not in sight but the miles are closing in, and fast. Time
to make Rona II pretty again. The on watch spent the morning on deck giving
a major hose down and buff while Mother watch were below deck on the deep
clean from bow to stern. Of course this may normally be met with some
grumbles but thoughts of paradise are keeping us going! Alexa climbed up the
mast do do some polishing of the spreaders to remove a present left behind
from leg 1, If we didn't already know we were sailing on Rona 2 we certainly
did now.

Amongst all the madness, the usual routine is still in flow and we have
officially run out of fresh food. Breakfast this morning was interesting as
we experimented with powdered egg....questionable! It looked like egg, but
most certainly did not taste like it, duly noted and has now been scratched
off the menu.

As we motor on, the white sails were hoisted with the Main, No. 1 Yankee and
Staysail, hitting 6.5 knots. As lunch time approached, the wind seemed to
have picked up, so we drop the white sails to put the Spinnaker up. We were
then able to turn the motor off. WE ARE SAILING and now reaching 11 knots
and heeling over to 30 degrees. This made an interesting job for mother
watch as they prepared and served dinner. Everyone was either chasing their
food across the table of trying to prevent it from ending up on their laps,
add a drink to the situation and all hell breaks loose! A few people's bunks
have been drenched now and again, but sharing is caring right ? We are all
friends here. :)

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