A flock of Masked Boobies with their Phantom like black eye masks stayed with us for much of the night. They were riding the air pressure wave immediately in front of and to windward of our sails at an altitude which seemed just out of our reach. They would communicate softly in a series of rapid clicks like the sound of a ratchet wrench, just audible in the silence of night sailing. They reminded us of the same sort of behaviour that Dolphins exhibit riding the water pressure wave just in front of the bow of the boat.
What made the scene even more surreal later in the night was a very fine mist that accompanied a sudden drop in seawater temperature from 31 to 26 degrees as we approach the currents swirling around the Galapagos Islands.
After we each offered a silent prayer “Lest We Forget “ on our Anzac Day dawn, we enjoyed a special Australian breakfast of Eggs, Bacon and Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce (smuggled into the country in suitcases because, believe it or not, they are not available in the US or Mexico).
The dawn also brought the northernmost Galapagos Isle, Isla Pinta on the horizon to Starboard. The traditional Anzac Rum and Milk will come later, perhaps when we go a little “Troppo” later today when we all “Cross the Line” at sea for the first time.












