A light breeze carried us all the way to the entrance of Puerto Quillon then died depositing us at its threshold and leaving us to motor the last few miles of the straight and bay leading to the anchorage. The swells of the South Pacific had not quite finished with us however for as I went to drop the anchor at 3.30 this morning I found we had one horrendous jam in the chain locker. The heavy rolling and pitching had caused the chain to tumble over itself with of course the first several meters of anchor chain now somehow at the bottom of the other sixty meters of chain. It took me quite while, a few good grunts and a few choice words (I was not amused at having my by now much desired rest delayed for such an unexpected chore) before the cable was clear and could run freely over the bow roller.

I then slept until 11 this morning, awaking to the sound of Persimmon on the radio talking to the Port Authority. I called them up and Ian sounded a little surprised that we had gotten ahead of him, I was of course as pleased as Punch, it almost made up for all the discomfort of the past few days.

This afternoon I have been cleaning up, airing and drying bedding and foul weather gear out in the welcome sunshine, as well as repairing a spray cloth.

Now the Persimmons and I plan on having dinner ashore tonight which will make for a very pleasant change.

All is well.

Bob Cat:

I still have lot of catching up to do - will I ever recover? Thankfully the heater is on, conducive to a good …. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.