The Battle for Cabo Frio is not won yet.However, I can't complain too much for winds mostly out of the north have allowed me to track north easterly which is a good direction at this stage in the game. But I am still several hundred miles from where I might pick up an easterly which I can then carry almost to the equator so quite a bit of patient plodding along is called for. Winds have been mostly around 20 knots, and the sea rough. After a week of windward work I am ready for a bit of rest, and one seems forecast. The air temperature is now nudging 30C but the cabin temperature is even higher because there has been too much spray to risk opening any hatches. It's like an oven where I am writing this and the keyboard is awash with dripping sweat. I stick my head out for relief but the sun is very strong and shade limited because there is too much wind to rig the cockpit shade. The nights are the busiest time - it's usually when the self-steering needs adjustment, or a squall runs through and I have to reef. It's two weeks today since I left and I'm quite pleased with progress. I reckon I am a quarter of the way to the Azores which give me an arrival there of middle to end of April. Fresh food is lasting - tomatoes, spuds, hard white cabbage are doing well; but I feel duty bound to eat those first which is making for a repetitive diet. Can't write more now - too bloody hot.