Quiet, motoring, about 150 nm a day, and one more day of celestial navigation practice on the way to the next bit of weather.
It was a quiet night and the boat is performing nicely. We motored most of it, which may be the reality for the next couple of days. I am doing my best to keep Cloud Nine in the most favourable current I can find. Right now we are making about a hundred and fifty miles a day, which is on pace with what I had hoped for.
Today I will be digging into the celestial navigation and ticking off a few small chores. Let us see what day three has in store.
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A goat named Billie, a church far too big for its island, and the well-practiced grammar of leaving.
An evening in the hall at Rikitea for Fete des Meres, where the mothers of every age were the entire point.
A planned departure becomes a foot-bound circumnavigation, a chicken-killing support dog, and a porch full of pearls.