The volume of water contained in a squall cloud never ceases to amaze us. A steady series of cells march past, with unerring aim on poor Oso. And each drops so much rain that it’s a wonder any other place on earth has any water left.
In between the squalls, the wind is unsettled and shifty – we’ve had better sailing conditions in the past, and hopefully we will again soon.
Day Three
162nm
23 09.5N 62 29.2W
