Lat: 13 degrees 43 minutes S

Long: 160 degrees 23 minutes E

I can hardly move, the aching from my bulging stomach continues to hamper my movements, just moving to the computer to type this quick blog was an effort. We are all stuffed; we have eaten way too much. And it has been about 4 hours since we last ate. Hugh is splayed in his bunk, belly up. Ryan is lying under the sunshade in the cockpit trying to mentally clear his stomach. Whatever could have happened to get us into this situation?

Packing mistakes and the ever increasing state of ripeness of our supplies.

This morning, we discovered that our huge eggs reservoir had been over turned into our liquor storage closet. Needless to say, once we had cleared (Well, once Ryan and Hugh had cleared) the mess, we were staring at a formidable task. 18 cracked eggs that need to be eaten. After a quick perusal of our fruit hammocks and fridge revealed an equally intimidating sight. There were two huge papayas, 3 large pamplemouse, a oversized bowl of dorado cerviche, three French baguettes, a dish of salsa (that may have been bubbling) and two 8 inch avocados that had to be eaten today or throw overboard.

Given our tropical location, all of our diets and stomachs have shrunk and our exercise level approaches zero. In order to digest this latest news, we decided to spend the next hour drinking coffee trying to decide how on earth we were going to solve this problem. Don't for a moment think we were going to throw any of it overboard, we were going to eat it all, it was just a question of how ?

It was now around 9am, we could eat until sometime around 7pm when we would need to sleep for our night shifts.

So we did what any young virile men would do, we started eating. The breakfast of papaya and pamplemouse filled us up immediately. We then decided it was time for some definite action, so we hoisted the spinnaker, one of the more labour intensive jobs we have done in the past three days. Unfortunately, this did nothing to lessen the amount of food in our bellies but we had no choice. We had to take on the eggs, and quickly since the heat was doing them no good.

18 scrambled eggs, three baguettes and half the jar of salsa was passed up to the cockpit. Deep breaths and in we went. Progress was low but each member of the oceangybe expedition persevered through their personal egg rite-of-passage.

Next up was the cerviche, crackers, guacamole and more baguettes. By the time we had slowly eaten our way through this meal, it was approaching 3pm and none of us could move.

Now 4 hours later, we are still hardly able to move. And our thoughts on the day of eating ? Well, we didn't back down (very important), we attacked the task at hand with courage, and we persevered despite roadblocks and hurdles that were thrown in our way.

This blog is a complete ramble brought on by huge douses of sunshine and passage making… standby for a detailed lesson in black magic and it's inherent risks brought to you by Ryan Robertson.