Atlantic Day 7 – resting

I slept the best of all nights on board. It was a carefully planned night: no reading, no computer, no checking the clock. I did wake up now and then, but each time I did

I slept the best of all nights on board. It was a carefully planned night: no reading, no computer, no checking the clock. I did wake up now and then, but each time I did not check the clock, but just laid still until the sleep came back. Until I finally found myself completely awake. And broke the rule by checking the clock. 5:30 local time, which meant 9:30 European time. Whatever, 7 hours something of sleep. Clothes on, then Portuguese before breakfast.

View from my window.

I only remember one dream. I was in Sweden and read in the newspaper that Brazilians in Sweden were planning a Brazilian party, with dancing on the streets etc, and other things that Brazilians do while Swedish don’t. There were two dates for this party: on the latter date, loads of people, but on the earlier date, just me and another person. So the two of us danced on the street in Stockholm. My brain must hate me. Why didn’t I get the later date with lots of people? Does this mean I will be lonely?

Breakfast. They had clementines. I avoided it, but as soon as I came back to my room, I did the calculations. (After listening to Daniel tell about how he was in a ”bicycle troop” in the Swiss army. It’s been on Australian television.) It turns out that the best three fruits is not Kiwi, Orange, Pear, but Kiwi, Mandarin, Pear. But I’d need two mandarins to keep the weights equal.

After some Portuguese, I got hungry, before 11. So fuck my calculations. I’ll have one fruit of every kind, period. And if it’s a lot, eat slower. A long, slow breakfast with lots of discussions about this and that with your rich Swiss friends. Now I ended up stealing a box of Danish cookies and ate half of them. Above 1000 calories. It will take me two hours to run off what I ate in 15 minutes.

We’ll ruin you.

Lunch, Spanish, sleep, statistics, dinner, and the rest of the Danish cookies. Four days of running created by today’s sloppy eating. So messy. This is my resting day, btw, so no exercise! But tomorrow I’ll make the Danish cookies scream for their deaths.

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