Diary 9 April 2006

Well as i lay in my hammock planning on getting some sleep before getting up for watch at midnight i slowely listen to the sounds of the ship.  The creak and groan of her timbers as she cleaves through the water, the quickening of feet across her decks and the muffled sounds of comands given to hoist more sail. This is when you think about where you are, in the middle of the Indian ocean; with probably no other boats in the near vicinity and you realise how isolated and cut of from the rest of the world you really are.  We are our own little community working together and totally self sufficient and i couldn't think of any where else i would rather be.

Regards Kimberley