And so the saga endeth. Well almost. I expect that the stragglers will be coming in for a good two weeks after the second leg has started and the boats are half way to India. By the time you read this, in all probability, we will have been catching up on lost sleep for about a week or so, and, if you think for a minute that this virtual thingy is just a kids game for idiots and what’s all the fuss, then think again. I personally work in IT, generally at nights, when the wife stops bugging me about mopping floors and cooking dinner etc, but I can tell you now. “I’m shagged out”. It’s not the physical feel of the boat and react to it kind of experience that you would get on a real boat. Jesus, I went for days at a time with nothing but 30 minute catnaps and snatched tins of sardines when the circumstances dictated. No. This is something altogether nightmarish where your brain switches onto the “how many places have I gained/lost” mode, and to be honest, it really screws up your general daily life. Twenty odd days and we are a bunch of square eyed wrecks with umpteen marriages on the rocks, jobs lost, and the kids repossessed, and all because of a boat which doesn’t even exist.