The mood is rather focused the past couple of days. The past night was a little relentless for the boys, it seemed the squally activity and shifty breeze rolled in around midnight. I popped my head up occasionally, but everyone was too busy changing sails or changing direction to even offer them a coffee. By the time dawn broke, the conditions were getting worse. I recall at one stage between 06:00 and 06:20 moving from bunk to bunk four times with the sleeping bag. Each time I just got settled in, the engine would start, which powers and moves the five tonne keel from side to side. Pack up and move to the other side. In the end I think we may have changed course seven times in 40 minutes so I decided it was time to accept it and give up on trying to sleep. Did I mention I love my sleep, not something I would have admitted before now.
I also love our TV Producers as they get some crazy ideas: Although it has now been downgraded to a tropical storm, today they set me a task on how to explain a cyclone using any means I like. I sat at my desk this morning cursing them both…how do I explain a cyclone?! I’m on a boat with not as much as a piece of paper to scribble on. Well, I did what I do best and went back to sleep after lunch - I find these mid-afternoon naps very helpful (I think the Spanish got it right with the Siesta) - and I woke at 3pm with a plan! I needed a scientist to help and whom better than PHD student Peter Wibroe. The rest of this blog I cannot write, it was the single funniest moment on the boat since August. Check out today’s boatfeed below for your 60 seconds of laughter (please bear in mind that we don’t have TVs, books, iPods etc. to keep us entertained!)
Back in the race, we have had Alvimedica on our windward shoulder all day long. The accountants on deck run numbers as if to impress a math’s teacher. These accountants are sailors too. We slowly closed the gap between us and went bow forward after an entire day of looking at each other.
Later Land People!