It's bier time
15 March 2012 | 33 38.4'S:78 49.4'W, Robinson Crusoe Islands
by The Crew
Holy shit there is only water, water, a couple birds here and there, and more water. Its trippy to think that we are the only humans within miles and miles, and for days we won't see land or even a spec of civilizaion. The wave slaps on the bridge deck sound like bomb shells going off, and send anything on the table flying around the cabin, which is especially bad when it's a puke bucket that rolls across the deck. We are in Cumberland Bay now, and we finally got to have a small morsal of booze. Kati is relieved to be anchored, as the last two days she has gotten intimiately aquainted with the couch and started her involuntary bullemic diet. Nick is finally washing his clothes, so that should help with the nausea. Zach trimmed his facial hair and now doesn't look like Tom Hanks from Cast Away. Jeff got a nap in before dinner and seems a bit more chipper (the bottle of wine is helping). Zia can finally write again and will have a novel written by the end of this trip. All in all a great day. We have reached the Island and plan to trade box wine for lobster from the local fisherman. The Chilean Navy came onto the boat today and the pair of them carried .45 caliber pistols, do we look like pirates? On the way in we were escorted by a pod of dolphins, many birds, and even a couple of whales. The amount of life out in the big blue is incredible. Tomorrow we are off to find the little brewery on the island, eat lobster, and enjoy the time we have on land before embarking on the real passage to the Galapagos. For now, Ciao... The kids, Nick, Zach, and Kati.