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Ho hum. Upwind we go.

Crikey. 4 wraps.

Land hooooooooo!

The melee.

The sun starts to set as we walk.

The race is really on now.

Well worth the effort.

Unrelenting terrain.

At least we find some sort of ‘path’.

Nearly at the top.

One last slog.

The crater opens up.

The rugged north coast.

The horizon really opens up.

For every up there is a down.

More sun more swimming.

Jaunty angles.

The dinghy wheels prove their worth.

Which white boat is Ruffian?

The romp was worth the view.

The intrepid trio.

So sweet. Holding hands as we clamber down.

Larry wonders where the sun is.

The police doing…. Policing.

Another night.

Why do dragging catamarans always anchor in front of us?

Pretty dramatic place to anchor.

Without Quickstep we’re the bravest boat in the anchorage.

All ready for another offshore passage.