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Off we go again...

Day 5 in the vast expanse of the Atlantic ocean felt slightly like Groundhog
day as we prepared for the race restart. Everyone had slept well, as Rona II
spent the night hove to in front of the start line. The Mongols watch
leader, Sam Wareing, had his boat birthday alongside the celebration on
board of Labour Day. To celebrate the Mongols invited the on board gentry
(the Skipper and Mate) to compete against Sam Wareing and Matt Robinson in a
game of 6 pin bowling in the saloon gangway. Dressed in their casual attire
of blazers and ties the gentry won narrowly, demonstrating little respect
for Sam's birthday as well as keeping the working class in their place.

Over lunch the Mongols created some decorative numbers in the shape of ties
as our representation of Labour Day, as we didn't know exactly what Labour
Day was supposed to represent.

After some memory jogging spinnaker training and some speed wooling from
mother watch, we crossed the line at 17:53 UTC, tactically only just making
the closing deadline at 16:00. Viking watch took us across the line dressed
in full Viking battle dress. Capes blowing in the wind, beards drenched in
sea water without mentioning the cheeky breeze up the tunic. They definitely
looked the part and we zoomed across the line at lightning speed. I think we
can see Ireland already!!

Dinner was one of the best so far on the race and turned Rona II into a a
full on Italian restaurant. A creamy lasagne and a glorious flatbread was
followed by a pineapple crumble. Dinner was topped off by a whale sighting
off the starboard side, which rallied the crew onto the deck where they
delighted in ticking yet another animal off their check lists.

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