Nemo - THE WIND UP BOAT CHRONICLE
We are approaching land, St. Lucia is within reach, she lies there somewhere straight in front, and hopefully we will be harbored in Rodney Bay (who was he?) around sunset today. Despite her sand beaches, tropical rainforest and numerous technical repair shops (according to a sailors guide I found casually laying around our navigation station) I long for a Rum Punch or two to balance out the millions of wave compensatingdata stored in my brain. An Atlantic crossing is so much more than just that. I have come to understand why there are so many books written about being on a ship, the ship as the universe, the ship as the world, the ship as your life, etc. etc. but in my capacity it´slike a bloody gameshow. You know the kind where people are going somewhere for a limited time,. read more...
Nemo - HUNDRED HOURS OF SOLITUDE-A SHORT REPORT FROM THE ARC RACE
Sounds familiar? Well whether you have been reading a Nobel prize winning novel, waited for a child being born at the clinic, put away for 4 days in jail (for a crime someone else probably committed), or you are a sailor, you know what I am talkingabout. Just a few days ago, we were in high spirits. Sails were being changed swiftly day and night by the two teams working like Formula 1 crew in the depot during a Grand Prix race. Energy went into race updates were we all high fived each other seeingother boats being left in our wake of success, wind speeds of 25 knots pushed us fast toward the Rum punch at St. Lucia, and more importantly, toward seeing our loved ones again. We had been taking a very bold decision, (well I was not making the actual decision, El Capitan and Gallo Veleta. read more...