This was not a white squall - it was a nasty 'ole thunderstorm. We got caught 3 miles from the finish after nervously watching it for some time. We got the rapid air temperature drop which was our cue to drop the kite. We then got nailed by a burst from a different direction. When it hit us it was not as bad - perhaps 30-35 knots. The rain was freezing cold and the chop picked up rapidly. Once it backed off a little we righted the boat, but flipped a further two times (once on turndown, once on a gybe). We sat the boat on it's side and rode it out for 10 minutes.

Our final flip of the day was death reaching through the surf line with our weigh too far forward - captured on the front page of SA...

All part of the distance racing game.

Chris.