Everything is said and written down. But one thing is certain, the tenth day is the last full day on the water. We can almost see Atlantis. The bones hurt, we are tired and exhausted. Driving against the wind for ten days left its mark on both of us. Driving against the wind for ten days has left its mark on Sissi. We look forward to the quiet at the quarantine anchorage.
Tomorrow we will reach the port of Barcadera at sunrise. There are still 30 miles to Aruba, our tenth Etmal is 79 miles.