Anyone for Tristan da Cunha?

It's been quiet in Piriapolis. The weather is constantly on the change, some days sun, other days wind and rain, always cold, I'm grateful for warm clothes. I'm staying in a hostel until Aisling goes back into the water. Living aboard whilst a boat is on the hard is not allowed, so I enjoy the shelter and hospitality of Diego and Georgina with baby Ivan. Most nights they light a fire and sleep is generally peaceful, it's low season with few visitors. I go to the port most days to work, a ten minute walk along the sea front. When Aisling came out of the water in April it became apparent that there was wear at the lowest point where the rudder joins to the keel. Upon further investigation the culprit was found, a six inch stainless pin had worn loose in its encapsulated channel. The rudder was removed and the pin epoxied back in. Re installation of the rudder was a two man job, lining up four pins into four holes at the same time with a rudder that is eight feet long and fairly heavy. I enlisted the help of a fellow sailor, Dani from Switzerland, and we gently persuaded it back on. I spent two days laboriously sanding the hull with 60 grit wet and dry in preparation for two coats of antifouling. My constant companion, a soaking wet sleeve and some postures achieved that make me think of coining the phrase "Boat Yoga"! The existing coverage is flakey in places and some of it was easily removed, down to the gel coat underneath, thankfully not too bigger an area. I re ran all of my mast halyards and discovered that my mainsail top pulley makes a clunking noise when the halyard is raised and lowered so a trip to the top of the mast is in order when Aisling is alongside. When it's raining I work inside, making and installing locker doors and wondering whether to cover everything in paint, the wooden finishes inside are not great and serve generally to darken the interior which in a small space is not ideal. Buying materials and hardware is always a challenge and finds me traipsing between hardware stores bemoaning the fact of my limited language skills in a country that doesn't have the benefit of a product overload such as they have in the uk. Due to a less than attentive eye to planning and my ongoing challenge to remain settled I have ended up in Uruguay with a four month wait ahead of me if I intend to head south and then west into the Pacific. In response to this predicament I am turning half an eye to making a circumnavigation of the south Atlantic. It appears feasible to head east for 2000 miles to Tristan de Cunha, one of the most remote communities in the world, them to swing up and around the south Atlantic high and north west to St Helena, then to Brasil and back down to Argentina. It is roughly a 7000 mile passage in total that would take at least three months, and should give me the opportunity to truly know my boat and come to a reliable and certain grip on celestial navigation. It's not the ideal time of year to make this trip but it does promise great opportunity and adventure.