The real goal was Separation Point, on which we aim the second time but always miss it whatever so slightly. This time the odds were good, noone hurt, too hungry or sunburnt. We just found Anapai Beach and suddenly got very lazy, unable to move further ahead. Playing at the beach we got to know the owner of a rowing boat that was anchored in the sand … and we could borrow it for an hour, hurray! We are sailing, we are sailing ….