Log Day 5: Stretching time
N 16 12.241 | W 36 48.744 |
Thu 25.11.2018 | 14:10 UTC-2
While being greatly humbled by the vast space the Atlantic Ocean represents and the amount of life buzzing in it, our time during this passage is taking a whole new dimension: it's stretching. Minutes are hours and hours are days. And we get used to it. In fact, since my first log of five days ago, I've been meaning to write one log every day but when time slows down, every action related to it seems to be going the same way.
A lot has happened since our first log: first, we got wind. Lots of it and this three-hulled thing seems to love it. However, as she's still brand new and we've only sailed her as a crew for the first time during the Las Palmas to Cape Verde leg, we are still learning how to unleash the beast in her look. So far so good. She's fast and craving for speed. We are still maintaining a leading position in the multihu
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division and fairing well in the top 13 pack overall.
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Second - The leak: we discovered some salt water in the bilge and it took us some time to figure out where it was leaking in from. A few hours later: Bingo! The bow-thruster tunnel leaked the truth. This was a bit concerning since the boat is new and water coming in from there is not really good news. This was rendered even more difficult to analyse by the very limited space to access that area to entertain any potential repairs while underway. Quit? - We informed Rally Control via email and radio-ed a couple of buddy vessels in a 10-mile range to tag along. We altered course to give the bow less drag and a better water flow. This seemed to work since we have noticed less water intake in the last 24 hours. We'll try to keep it that way.
Third - Flying fish: If this ocean has something in almost the same abundance level as water, that's flying fish. Every morning, we have to clear deck from at least 5
sun-dried flying fish that landed on our boat during the night. That event never happened during day time. This led us to a funny discovery about this creature: when they fly at night, they're blind. Even more funny was the daring flying fish that flew in through my cabin hatch and landed on me while I was asleep. It was about 20 cm long and was probably wondering what was going on when Fred grabbed him and threw him back into the Ocean. Had to change the sheet as the whole cabin smelled fishy then. That was funny.
With 1400 NM to go and as we're heading more south in the hope of finding more winds for the next few days, nature keeps fascinating us with yet another breathtaking sunset moment.
Mehdi Khaled | Co-Helm
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