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!