Finally!!!
We are leaving this place, no matter what. If we don’t leave soon we will get stuck in this hurricane hole like the rest of the people who came here 15 years ago and never left.
The Captain added new teak battons to our sails, sewing them up with our sail repair kit, which happens to be from one of his favorite places. Take a close look.
Tomorrow we sail, sans tank water, autopilot, steaming light, girls, an unplugged hole in the hull, no refrigeration, and a whole list of other stuff like guages and things. But, hell, this is supposed to be an adventure, not a damn safety class. If Cubans can float to Miami in a ´57 Chevy with pumped up tires, we can sure as hell make it to Roatan in a sail boat.
See you in Honduras…