Although the motoring we thought was bad this unending cycle of line squalls tested our patience and skills. We approached the next few days carefully as we surfed down 20 ft waves with 35-knot winds. Although a shower was needed at this point of the trip it wasn’t appreciated, when it felt like a pressure washer from the spray coming up over the bow of the boat. 

We tried to lighten the mood and name our last two meals: Not too chewy rice pork and no clew stew”. As we took advantage of what remained of our provisions.