Well Imagine your Korea hasn't had any dramatic changes in the past 24 hours, but we are still drifting along in the right direction under our Code 1, and the giant invisible bungee cord between us and WTC Logistics holds firm; we gain a mile, they gain a mile, we stretch away, they reel us in. So far our decision to delay motoring is vindicated, but with the wind so light and fickle we expect to kick the donkey sooner or later. Everything is going smoothly onboard, watch follows watch, the routines of helming and trimming continue.

Life increasingly revolves around finding ways to cope with the heat; the helm parasol is trimmed as carefully as the kite, and the grinders have taken to standing at their stations in buckets of seawater to cool their feet. Everyone is happy to be on a Port tack, because now the sails shade the low side of the boat where we sit in light winds for optimal weight distribution. It is so hot that Imogen is even considering shedding the foulies and woolly hat that she's worn since leaving London!

Votes have been cast, and a decision made: Imagine your Korea is going nocturnal! As of this evening, we will invert the watch pattern so that the two by six hour periods happen overnight, leaving the three by four hour scorchers during the day. This could cause all kinds of confusion with domestic administration, so we'll just see how it goes. Should we eat breakfast or dinner at 1800 local? Should lunch be at midday or midnight? If tomorrow's blog is all topsy-turvy, you'll know why.

Cheers, Rob