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The Dolphin Whisperer

Just before arriving in Las Palmas, white watch, led by Mark aka the dolphin
whisperer, got more than their fair share of sightings, including seeing them
swimming in bio-luminescence and jumping across the moonlight. They wrote a
poem inspired by experience of the beautiful animals. {Editor: they didn't send the poem though!]

After the jobs on board were complete on Sunday the crew got some well
deserved shore leave. White watch explored the beach and went snorkeling,
seeing lots of different fish including a parrot fish. Red and Blue watch
blagged their way into the wrong yacht club for some beers and sunbathing.
Everyone ate lots of ice cream; in the evening we all went for a drink in
the sailors bar, and we retired back to the boat at a wild 10pm!

Monday was a day full of repairs. The electrician and riggers came to sort
out our sinks, the lights at the top of the mast and to rig a new main
halyard, and a myriad of other jobs were completed. A big shop was done for
360 pieces of fruit, other essentials of fresh food and we got some cases of
lager and gave them to Wylde Swan for their BBQ. Alexa fashioned some fruit
nets over the top of the cubby holes to hold all the fruit and vegetables.

A final hoorah in Las Palmas. All crews were invited to the BBQ aboard the
boat Wylde Swan. In true Rona II style the girls brought the party to the
party with lots of dancing and lots of fun!

Rona II is now 180 miles from Gran Canaria on her way to the start line with
morale and expectation high on board.

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