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Lea - Log Day 16 – Monday/ Banana pancake, without the pan



It’s Monday, and I just realized it’s now more than 2 weeks since we left Las Palmas, and in a few days it’ll be a week since we left Mindelo. Even though some days are slower than others, I every so often find myself surprised how fast the time has gone by. The days at sea really flies by with watches, sleeping and waking up for meals, and occasionally giving the bananas onboard their pancake-destiny. My sister decided to pursue this today, but instead of doing the usual pancake-joke-on-nature kind, she managed to whip up a cake. It tasted like banana and still was truly delicious. Don’t know how she does it.

And for the record, cooking at sea is really no joke. Or should I say the Atlantic is no joke, we’ve come to discover. And we thought we had experienced tough sea and squalls. This ocean is just a never ending rollercoaster, which sometimes provides the excitement of a good side-tilt and squalls appearing from out of now where right after you definitely just did a thorough radar-swipe. I do continue to amaze myself by forgetting the ridiculousness of leaving round shaped things on the kitchen counter. Round shaped things roll, Lene. You’d think an anti-skid mat would stop it, but no. I could keep experimenting to see if one day they’ll quit rolling off and leave tomato stains all over the place, still to be found in about 10 years from now, but something tells me it won’t come out with successful results.

The person having the most fun with this roller coasting sea, I think would be my mother – the skipper. The two of us are currently on the same watch, and while one is being lookout, the other rests on the bench. On tonight’s watch she fell asleep on the bench, and had no chance of grabbing something to hold on to when a wave hit us from the side, and she slid right into the table and hit the floor between the table and the bench. A little confused of what just happened (and my missing ability to not hold back my laughter), she sat back up on the bench, when only a few minutes later the next big wave decided to soak every single layer of clothes she was wearing. I on the other hand, the hand steering lookout, was only hit by few drops. I think maybe my sister payed the wave off as payback for that bucket of water hitting her in her sleep.


1271 nm to go!



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