Another day. Only 2 things to note. Val made some biscuits, a la Jonas, which were universally (our small universe, at any rate) acknowledged to be excellent. So much so that the whole batch were consumed within 24 hours. I have decided that I no longer prefer the burnt biscuits. In fact, I think I have thought this for some time, but have hesitated to voice my change of taste, since I have been confirmed as the burnt biscuit eater in the Jonas household, and have not wished to disappoint anyone… principally Val’s mum. Second event – I read an interesting book – The Book Of Lists. Contains all sorts of lists about all sorts of things. I think I may emulate – it’ll help lass the time. We do approach Galapagos, I believe… but slowly, oh so slowly. And still no fish, so our diet is worsening. Beans today, lunch + dinner.
June 1st – an even less notable day. A big disappointment in the morning, when we discovered our supply of porridge oats was all mildewed. Just when I was so looking forward to a good, hot, filling breakfast. And with the meals on board getting worse. Horrid crackers + worse cheese for lunch, along with bruised pineapple + cold, rancid rice pudding. And beans again for dinner, tho’ thankfully there was mashed potato too. Still no fish on the line. Ah well.
June 2nd – Bob’s birthday… again. 33. Good God. We finally made it today onto a chart containing the Galapagos, rather than having our position plotted on a large piece of plain paper. Something of a psychological boost, tho’ not something to get too excited about – our progress is still pitiful – 2 weeks away tomorrow, + still a few days away from land. We finally persuaded Jack to draw up a contract, but it wasn’t overly generous – a straight $5 per day each, + not necessarily with full refund upon cancellation. However, we had already tacitly agreed terms when we came on board, so weren’t really in a position to argue. More substantial meal tonight. (Has Alma been reading this?)