18/11/2011 #28 8 th D+16 .A LETTER FROM COSTA RICA .THE FINAL SPRINT TO THE FINISH .DRATTED RUDDERS! POSITION_ 13 30.85’ N 77 48.44’ W SPEED_ 13.1 nds BREAKFAST_ Porridge framboise MEAL 1_ Salade de riz DESSERT_ Yaourt aux myrtilles MEAL 2_ Couscous DAILY LOG
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18/11/2011 #28
8th
D+16
.A letter from CostA riCA
.the finAl sprint
to the finish
.DrAtteD ruDDers!
position_ 13 30.85’ N 77 48.44’ W
speeD_ 13.1 nds
BreAKfAst_ Porridge framboise
meAl 1_ Salade de riz
Dessert_ Yaourt aux myrtilles
meAl 2_ Couscous
DAilY loG
Dear Dominique and Michele,
I have arrived in Costa Rica at last and am ready
to welcome you over the weekend! When I last
saw you, you were bundled up in foul weather
gear and fleeces ready to face the ferocious North
Atlantic low pressures. When I see you again, you
will be in t-shirts, sun burnt and bursting with the
many adventures that you have experienced on
your trip over.
My trip took 24 hours: 13 on a plane, four on a
bus and the rest in a number of different airport
lounges – ample time to reflect on your 18 or 19-
day voyage powered by the wind and your own
physical strength. Hats off to you both!
The time difference with Europe is seven hours,
but I don’t dare complain of jet lag when you guys
have been running hour-long shifts on the helm
because of autopilot and rudder issues. I doubt
that the weather here is relevant to your planning,
but just in case, last night there was heavy rain
inland and today we have had cloud cover and
some bright spells, there is not a breath of wind
so it is very humid.
The bus driver explained to me last night that Cos-
ta Rica is “the Switzerland” of Central America.
As we passed through kilometre after kilometre
of rain forest dodging chickens and wildly driven
lorries, I couldn’t help but wonder why he would
think such a thing…
I can’t tell you a thing about Puerto Limon just
yet as it gets dark at 17:30 and the place was
shrouded in the black of night by the time I arri-
ved. I can tell you however that the bird song is
incredible, no wonder this place is a paradise for