The final countdown

80% of the crew is already on board and morale is high. The ruggedly handsome captain Noam
is making sure the boat is in tip top shape. Dalit, the tiny and feisty chef is trying to
figure out how much food is needed. Michael, the brit who is proud to be american is using
his expertise and ingenuity to get all the gadgets working. Hans is playing scrabble.
The list of last minute arrangements seems to get longer and longer as things get done.
Yesterday we took the boat for a test sail. After about an hour of adrenaline-packed
sailing, all of our faces acquired a puzzled expression as we saw the cover of our
steaming light flying past us and landing in the blue caribbean sea. As we looked up in
order to figure out the cause of this unusual incident, we encountered an even bigger
issue. The radar mount had suddenly broken loose and the whole device was merely hanging by
a wire, swinging from side to side, ruthlessly scratching our newly painted black shiny
mast. The story is not without a comical end (as opposed to a tragic one, with the radar
landing on someone's head). The wire finally broke loose and the radar started its dive
which finished with an olympic landing in the sailbag. We might consider what happened a
blessing since without that big radar stuck in our mast, the boat is now lighter and
faster. But seriously, we need a new steaming light.
The positive news:
-we finally have a working auto pilot. The plan to glue Noam's hands to the helm can be discarded.
-Alex managed to convince the Barbados immigration officers that he is not an international criminal and he is on his way over.