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Because Seaweed on the Prop


We're making excellent progress towards Trinidad! Last night, we passed south of Barbados and are now approaching Tobago. The anticipation is building – we expect to see land later today and then make our way down the coast​ of tobago  this evening.​ And to reach Trinidad first thing tomorrow morning.

​First light will allow us to enter the channel on the west side of the island. From there, it's a couple of hours to the customs wharf, where we hope to check in and finally get some well-deserved rest before the midday cut-off.

On a positive note, the engine vibrations we experienced the night before seem to be a thing of the past. While we were still encountering a lot of seaweed yesterday, the vibrations didn't return. Curious to investigate further, we decided to take a targeted approach. We aimed for ​the biggest clump of seaweed we could see, and sure enough, the vibrations started again. A quick dip of the GoPro on a stick revealed ​w​hat we suspected: seaweed on the propeller! Mystery solved thanks to a little underwater videography.

As ​t​his is a yacht delivery blog and not a yacht in port blog there will be a well earned blog break until we leave for the leg to Panama. 

This is a pretty interesting shot of the prop as it's about to fold. Just after this the seaweed slid off the blades and we carried on.


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