We’ve got just 40 lurching miles more, across the estuary of the River Plate. Shallow grey water, shallow grey skies, shallow grey mood. But, touch wood, we should be in smooth water by midnight. I’ve got no charts of Piriapolis, only a road map and a waypoint. But isn’t that just like life?
We’re dreaming of a calm snug harbour, birds on the shore and, in BA, the tango.
It’s happy hour. Hot dogs and ketchup with pilsener. Ian speaks of Burke and Wills, about which he knows a great deal. He was the art director on the AFC docu drama of the same name. Today we’ve been brushing up our Espagnol and looking forward to not being at sea.