Seems I am getting used to the stronger sea now. I can skip the treatment and even can work on the computer a bit. Apart from the wind, the weather is still quite sunny. Spend the afternoon behind the wheelhouse again.

Towards the evening, things start to detoriate. Clouds appear and the sea is swelling up again. Around nine, by now we actually have left the infamous Biscaya, it hits us. There is not that much wind, force six or seven maybe, but the sea is high and the ship is fighting ahead in a strange dance. She banks portside and is meanwhile shoved hard to starboard. Once she recovers, it goes the other way round. The banking is hard enough that chairs occasionally move around and stuff falls off the table. After stowing away my belongings, I spend some time on the bridge. From up here, you can see the angle the ship occasionally reaches.

Back in my cabin, sleep is nowhere to be found. Instead, I roll around in bed. Only after three, I finally am tired enough. But even then sleep is often interrupted and full of strange dreams.