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Race On!


Hi All,


One viewpoint:


The day came today to finally set sail, and get racing! We started at 13:18 local time, with around half the boats still moored up in St. George's. We have all had a wonderful time in Bermuda and are very glad the race was postponed a couple of days so we got to see the island. Yesterday shore parties went exploring, to the Blue Hole (a beautiful mangrove enclosed salt water lake) and to the Crystal Caves, whilst another group headed to the Americas cup village for a look round and despite the lack of racing had a great time. We are now off to Salem, pre Boston to clear customs and get some showers!



 ...and Another:


Time to say goodbye to this place: Let's get aboard Rona II and get on with the race.

Your weather was humid, your beer was not cheap, and your Blue Hole wasn't even that deep!

America's Cup was cancelled, didn't even see Ben!

Your people were friendly and up for a chat, but the birds were so loud, like swinging a cat!

Ed's Birthday today and his present will be - The Lads of Rona II racing off to sea.

For now the sun is out, but the forecast is bleak, we'll be ready for a beer and  shower in America next week.

Some tanned, some burnt, but Bermuda its true, will we ever come back to you?!?!



*Disclaimer, we have had an amazing time and these words are in jest: we only say this to ease the leaving!!



Lots of love,

The lads of Rona II leg 3

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