This is how Meg does laundry. The water gushing from the hose comes from the deck.

The downpour is so heavy, our Starlink doesn't receive the signal. This post will have to wait when it clears up.

Remember I refused to go shopping (mount an expedition to the local food store miles away) a few days back? Well, there, this is our today's supper. No kidding. This is all that's left. Two lemons, a cup of rice, soya sauce and a bit of onion.

Tomorrow I might be holding my passport in my hands again. And we might actually get to food.

Yesterday's supper - beans. Still no food onboard. Voyager season 1, ep 5.

Yesterday: only those cursed to go to sea know what it is. Predict wind, computer models for sailors. Meg is looking at what awaits us in the Atlantic. The red and yellow, a lot of it, is high wind. The blue, light wind, is only in Iberian peninsula, on land. So far away, only a concept for us at the moment.

Now lying in bed thinking what's next. We have two passports, a sailboat in slightly less than perfect condition and an ocean and a sea to cross.
But first, Meg thinks we have to wait out September, the peak of the hurricane season.
The photo? Meg's contraption. The Morgan's platform of cool she built out of computer fans.

Meg has been down, not able to keep food or water indide, for two days. I don't think it is food poisoning, I ate the same stuff. Likely, it is the way her body reacts to my getting my passport back. Which means we can start our Atlantic and Mediterranean crossing, a 6-week potentially fatal torture with total limbo on the other side.

Today Meg ate one cracker and drank a small glass of water.

Meg doesn't get up for three days. I took a look online (good thing we have starlink, the island has no Internet again) what it may be, but of course no definite answer without seeing a doctor. Will try to at least make sure she drinks water.

Spending evening alone, so to speak. Meg is in bed, no strength to move, can't eat. (She hasn't eaten three days). I think, we narrowed it down to inner ear infection. Salmon that is so hard to get here (as everything else) and that Meg loves, I will be eating alone.

Another sunset alone. Meg is in bed, but said she will try to sit with me at the table and maybe eat something.
Hard to say if there is any improvement. She is still dizzy when up or moving, but she ate today.

WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH MEG

Last Tuesday morning Meg abandoned the camp stove we cook with and went to bed with a migraine. 4 hours later she was deaf in one ear, barfing uncontrollably and couldn't sit up or walk. She can't keep her eyes still on one spot. They roll around like she is drunk. She literally can't move or lift her head. There is improvement. I found some expired in 2016 gravol sea sickness tablets and she was able to finally sip some water. She is conscious more now and more lively. Yesterday she ate a little bit. I bring food and tea to her in bed and she carefully nibbles it. She is proud that yesterday she took a piss, brushed her teeth, and even rinsed off while sitting on the toilet.

We need to move the boat. We need to make water. We need to fix things. None of this I can do without Meg. I need to learn how. Today Meg will try to show me how to make water if she can.

Meg needs to learn how to walk again, hold her head up, keep her eyes still. Like Borg, she will adapt.

We think now this is Acute Vestibular Syndrome (possibly a stroke or a brain tumour). But the nerve or brain damage is not getting better so she needs to work around it or we're dead in the water and never getting home. Wherever that is.

Meg is eating and drinking tea and water! She is better, but still can't be upright or walk. Deaf on one ear.