Ferals - one recumbent drom, now over the hump and out of sight, one tiny ex flying fish on deck, one Virgin 737 heading south, lots of birds. Homo erectus and maybe even some sapiens in little boxes, all made of ticky-tacky all along the shore. 2 weary OF out here.
We cracked 15000 miles near Eden and we have 110 to South Head - a lot less than 1% of the journey. Looked a bit pearshaped yesterday when the old electric autopilot finally gave up the ghost in the rain - great job Udo! I'm surprised it lasted this long. But in the secret stash we have another one, a bit of a toy and also modified by Udo - yay Udo! - but it will get us home. Small panic when I set it up and it thought it was going south but then I read the instructions. Duh.
Another small sailing boat to seaward. Seems to be going faster so I wonder if there's a reverse EAC eddy here.