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We finished the race at around 2am on Friday morning and immediately
celebrated with six bottles of champagne. Most of it was sprayed over the
crew by the skipper, who retaliated admirably to the general delight of the
crew.

We spent the next morning cleaning and tidying the boat and making it
presentable to friends, family and the public. As you can imagine, this took
some time, and we were all very ready for our first showers in 17 days that
afternoon, allowing us to get rid of that lingering smell of champagne among
other less desirable scents!

We spent the rest of the day exploring Plymouth, where Sam made his costume
as piratical as possible, with a hoop earring, a black and white striped
shirt, and a sail tie as a belt. The entire crew went out for bacon
cheeseburgers, but we can't tell you whether or not they were good because
we were so hungry that we practically inhaled them. Dessert was proper
cheesecake, which the skipper told us was how our own packet 'deconstructed'
cheesecakes should have looked. When the evening came some of us went out to
celebrate further whilst others were too tired and slept instead.

This morning Gareth left to go back to work for a week, his role as skipper
was replaced by Andy, who showed his reluctance by sporting a T-shirt with
the word 'Skipper' in bold on the back.

Later on we went for a coastal walk across the border in Cornwall after a
ferry ride. I'm still not sure we ever found the correct path because we
spent most the time scrambling over rocks.

Angus still hasn't had a haircut, a fact which the crew are keen to change.

The next two weeks will be great fun, filled with sailing, parties and use
of shore based heads after the Mongols have been let loose in the galley.

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