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| Another meal at Poop deck (yes, that's what the bar in the Marina is called) to celebrate a day without fatal failures |
-I found Kiwi's compass from a cupboard and installed it outside, to show that I am taking this crossing seriously. Serious sailboats heading to the Bermuda triangle have compasses. Ours shows mostly the magnetic field of the hull it self and not so much the Earth.
- the navigation computer has an own electric contact now ( yes dad, there is a fuse)
-the engine room got a wash and fresh oil sausages
-started to make a list (for å later blogpost) of 'almost incidents ' which almost cancelled the whole crossing.
-I realized, cheesy as it sounds, how greatly I am supported by my family and friends, who keep sending encouraging messages and offering their help where they can
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