A used day. At least for me. After repairing the oar, I finally want to make myself some sandwiches for breakfast. Not only am I soaked in sweat, I also have a huge headache. We haven't taken much of the windshift so far because we drifted a few miles west while it was being repaired. Annoying.
I'm standing at the sideboard and just cutting my bread when a wave comes across and Sissi shakes properly. I bend my foot, bread, bread knife and I fly through the salon. Now my left ankle is the size of a soccer ball, the trend is towards basketball. Or something like that. At least I don't have to walk around a lot for the next few days. The hiking trails on Sissi are very limited.
For a few hours we have been heading east again, the download of a new weather forecast promises us that the wind will turn back for about 8 p.m. Then we go back to Aruba. The second reef is now integrated into the mainsail, we have finally been able to pull ourselves together for this work. Sissi walks straight ahead much better now. We will benefit from this in the coming days.
We still have a few cans of haggis on board and we have a Scottish evening. Jens is at the stove, I can't stand properly with my broken foot. The haggis is accompanied by puree made from sweet potatoes and mashed peas with a little mint. It definitely looks authentic, the sweet potatoes give the dish a Caribbean twist. After dinner we turn again and are heading back to Aruba. The wind is turning back a few degrees in our favor. Our fifth Etmal is 70 miles.
Mile by mile we make progress on our way. On the navigation computer it looks like we're not making any headway, but that's wrong. Even at three knots, it's 72 miles a day. And we only have to sail two more days, then we are within engine range. Then we have to choose. Let's take the engine to cheat the last few miles and arrive on Monday, or let's do another turn, drive away from Aruba and arrive on Tuesday. Either way, the end of the journey is in sight.
For once, nothing broke during the night. So we can do what we normally do every day. Sit around and doze off. We also need fresh bread again and dinner needs to be planned - a process that now requires a lot of creativity. When it comes to fresh foods, we also have a sweet potato and a few cloves of garlic. The rest are canned food and pasta. So far we have always liked it.
On my breakfast bread today I put sausage from the last can with the label “Hausmacher Presskopf” from the Haase butcher in Bonames. The best before date is March 20, 2020. As soon as you open it, a delicious and appetizing smell pours through the boat. All our canned goods from Bonames have expired, some for over a year, but only one of them broke. The date on the cans is much too conservative, they all last much, much longer.
Stocking up on fresh food in Cuba is completely impossible. How should we buy fresh groceries when there is not enough to eat for the Cubans? At least they know where to get in line. I'm working on a few more pictures from Havana. I have already prepared three dozen, and another dozen will probably be added. From Santiago I sent a message to Juliette in Aruba, asking her to top up my SIM card. This means we can go online immediately in Aruba, even if we are still in quarantine and have to anchor until the result of the Covid test is there.
For dinner I make us pasta with tomato sauce Mediterranean style with sardines and olives. It is very tasty. The night is quiet, we can both sleep well. Unfortunately, the next morning brings the sobering result that we are way too slow. It's still 200 miles to Aruba. There would be enough wind to sail fast, but the waves thwart our plans. We won't arrive at this rate until Wednesday. Mini-Etmal of 57 miles.