Counting miles, day 22.
Contrary to forecasts and red skies, duty started at 4am with 10 following hours of action. Squalls, storm on the nose and complete silence, all mixed up. The rest of the day was spent encouraging the screen showing wind speed to turn up the numbers. Apart from that, we primarily use our energy on cheering for miles, streams and hours to pass. To do this we have a special system to count both each hour and each day how many plus and minuses we have. I don't remember why or what it means, but I'm sure we go faster!
We got great news today, but with great news follows great (speed)responsibility. Or was it... Anyway, there are going to be two more parties and a salsa night! It is said to be folklore and creole-music, and I am of course super duper excited!
Cheers back to Doina (and the office?), it was very much a delight to hear from you!
Now enjoying the moon hours with José Saramago as company. La vie est belle.
Ellie out.
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