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Leg 3 Boys here - still having a hard life in Saint George's, Bermuda. 



We now have a start time between today (Wednesday) 1500 and Friday 1500 Local time. The race is timed from when you cross the start line to when you finish - so it adds another tactical dimension to the race. Dom has been busy crunching the wind forecast data and we are planning to leave tomorrow to navigate a route through all the weather systems coming our way to give us our fastest race.



In the meantime the crew are off to the America's cup village to hope to see some racing but will the wind be under the 24 Knot Limit? Will Emirates Team New Zealand have their boat fixed?


Stay tuned for more tomorrow!

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