As I type this, the darkness and gloom slowly increases as Hugh is slowly taping over all the remaining windows on Khulula. The dehumidifier is working overtime trying to remove the residue of my forepeak cleaning experiment – taking the fresh water hosepipe into the cabin and spraying down everything.
The acrid eye-watering smell of vinegar has been a constant for the past four days. Our hands are wrinkled and pruned, not my hours in the water swimming, surfing and snorkeling, but hours spend cleaning and preparing Khulula for five months on the hard. Continue reading