

That changed everything on board. Pants made way for shorts, sweaters for T-shirts (if so), the chairs outside were directed towards the sun. Holiday feeling is spreading, the decks smell like sunscreen.
Nightfall comes surprisingly early now, but it's a fine occasion to do some stargazing. Rigg-gazing, too: Off the Brazilian coast there are large oil and gas plays that are being exploited large-scale, sometimes it feels we are driving through an obstacle course of riggs and factory ships.

And while next day the crew is preparing for the basketball opening round, the coast of Brazil is faintly visible on port side. Halfway there.
Two more afternoon teas, maybe not always with live piano music...