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Leg 3 takes over the blog!


Welcome to the leg three section of the race (i.e. the best leg) where we will race Rona II from Bermuda to Boston.



We started today with the tragic news that we had to stay in Bermuda for an extra 2 days at least waiting for better weather​. Distraught, forced to go to the beach - beautiful and golden with hundreds of tropical fish and a floating volley ball court where Ed showed his prowess. We also graced the pub with our presence and made friends with some other islanders - the friendliest population we have ever met.



During the day we took Rona II on the parade of sail from Hamilton where we were moored between a Latvian sail training boat and Jolie Brise. During the parade of sail today we experienced the excitement of the America's Cup - Bermuda is alive on the water with every vessel from huge cruise liners, square riggers and of course the America's Cup Class boats playing around on their foils. We sailed North with the parade of sail to Saint George's Island which surrounds a protected harbour where we anchored in Convicts Bay!



At the end of this first day we are all getting along and have cracking tans apart from Toby who is burnt to a crisp.



-Josh & Toby x

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