3rd December 2001
Predictably, after having stayed up really late last night writing a letter to send home, the weather has blown up and it’s too rough to transfer with the homeward bound ship, so that’s that. I’m gutted. It’s not leaving for a couple of weeks yet, so hopefully another opportunity will arise to tranship with them before they leave.
I feel relieved, or perhaps resigned since yesterday’s inspection. It’s frustrating that Miguel is misreporting his catch, and frustrating that the inspection was a waste of time, but I know now there is nothing to be done until I send my data in at the end of the trip. From now on It’s just a case of watching and recording, keeping my head down and trying to get along as normal.