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Escapado - Sometimes squalls are just squalls



Sometimes squalls are just squalls

The night began with a cat and mouse game, gybing, changing course and running away from the squalls. The almost full moon made the first night watches more pleasant and it seemed that we were winning in the game. Yet this was the first level only and soon the squalls came in wide inescapable fronts. See the squall, gybe the jib, drop the vang when the gusts are highest and pull it back in, gybe the jib back, get wet, very wet, steer in low visibility eerie darkness. Repeat at least 2 times per watch.

With the daylight the squalls became a bit more fun, as the cold and wet moments were followed by the heat of the tropical sun.

After rain claimed all our dry clothes, Kristian had a Tom Cruise moment. In a white dress shirt - the only dry thing left- he tamed nature, rope by rope. The relentless rain and pounding waves rapidly rendered his flimsy white shirt transparent. Ever the professional sailor, Kristian continued to command the winch and tame the bucking and reeling of the boat, a fickle mistress in these stormy seas.

On the galley front, we continued our love-hate relationship with chorizo. Our last onion - Oni-on Kanobe- ended up on the chopping board and the next person on cooking duty has to get ever more creative with the next dish.

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