Somewhere in the dark hours the perfect winds changed their tunes and shifted into the direction we wanted to go. Not terribly strong but enough to make us head due south when we need to go east too. Gave up when we started getting blown Southwest and decided to put the sails away and turn on the motors and went back to study the forecast. No where was this what was supposed to be. We ended up 20+ miles off course, so burn some diesel till the weather reads its forecasted playbook.
At the same frustrating point, the auto pilot started being finicky and decided he did want to drive for longer than a few minutes at time. He would start his shift and then poof, take his hand off the wheel and yell, I can’t take this any more.. His yelling sounds vaguely like a truck backup alarm. That made it kind of hard to sleep.
Little bit of investigational therapy, nothing seemed to calm his anxieties. And one last chance, but that didn’t work, so he got benched and the backup quarterback was brought on into service. I had signed the backup in NZ, but never finished. Luck would be on our side, I had finished the wiring and commissioning in New Caledonia, signed the contract and dotted the I’s. So with a flick of a switch, Mr Finicky can pout all he wants while sitting on the bench, so long as the backup QB is ready for the long game of 700 nautical miles.
Morning brought the elusive wind shift, and we hoisted sails and were back in a groove again. The backup QB keeping the team together and reeling in the miles. The forecast again said 4-5kts, we had 14-15 and clear blue skies, a perfect sailing day with reasonable calm seas for ocean sailing. Maxed out at 10.7knts of boat speed according to the GPS log.

All well on board,
About 650 miles left till New Zealand 🇳🇿
Big breakfast of bacon and sausages, gotta eat it or customs gets it. Lots of naps during the day, and some good old Cajun Gumbo for dinner.

