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You regret you couldn’t make up your mind?
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Tres Hombres summer schedule 2017
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After all, the south wind arrives. Gently it sets its wings over us and makes an end to more than 30 days of tacking. A month in which we made many miles nobody pays for, just the hands of the crew which haul and hoist and ease and dowse in any condition and to the rythm of the slight changes in the eastwinds, or due to land under the bowsprit.
Arriving at the continental shelf we received the order to unload some long travelled wine barrels in Douarnenez, which we had to dig out under a few tons of cacao beans, which was great fun with the help of the fine crew of our partners in crime, the Grayhound and Lun II.
Camaret Sur Mer gave us some shelter from an easterly gale where we landed at the pier with a well timed handbreak maneuvre and sailed off again a few days later, together with Grayhound. In ghostly silence we hoisted the sails at the pier and tacked out in direction to Chenal Du Four in a fine race against this incredibly fast pirate ship. After some good tacks we kept hope but at the entrance of the Chenal we saw the beautiful stern of our contrahent and wished them well for the summer season.
Funny drawings we described with our keel all over the channel, France in the morning, England at night, ships all the time, and just behind the line with Greenwich to the north, the wind changed. Slightly ease the sheets, brace back a few centimeters and let her go as she likes it.
Everybody is in great spirit and cannot wait to make fast at the Port of Amsterdam where hopefully some happy faces and cold beers will await us!
But still, when the energy of having completed a voyage of 6 months makes place for life on land, some of us will be thrown out of the comfort of having great food on vast times, work which is prepared and commands which are followed with a will, coming from yourself. Ships life is so out of nature but still so good to the human mind, specially in the speed epoca we live in now. Many will find out later, when they remember the howling winds up at the royal, the nights on remote anchorages, the whales and dolphins, the firts land sights, the foreign people, manners, food and landscapes….. how peaceful and worryless time passes on the ship and how much time one has to think about himself.
It is a life worth living, no matter how long, if its a start or a part of a career. This ship is made for this, to give this experience. Pure and rough, no compromise, not in good times not in hard ones. Alltogether it is more than an experience, but that anybody has to make out for himself. After some rum in the Port of Amsterdam.
Captain Andreas Lackner
P.S.: right now rigging stu’n sailbooms while a control of French customs between Dover and Calais
Terug naar de toekomst met de duurzame rederij Fairtransport
Wind is gratis, waarom zou je vracht niet met zeilschepen vervoeren over zee? Dat was de gedachte van Arjen van der Veen (41), samen met Andreas Lackner (40) en Jorne Langelaan (37). De drie, die elkaar kenden van de imposante driemaster bark Europa, richtten in 2007 Fairtransport op, mede uit ergernis over de vervuilende containervaart. Twee jaar later vonden de drie mannen een oude romp in Delft. Liefde op het eerste gezicht. Na twee en een half jaar noeste arbeid en met behulp van meer dan 200 vrijwilligers voer het schip het Helderse zeegat uit op weg naar de Klimaatconferentie in Kopenhagen. Sinds dat moment onderhoudt de duurzame rederij jaar in jaar uit een handelsroute, tussen het Caribisch gebied en Europa. In het ruim luxe goederen zoals wijn, cacao, koffiebonen, rum en andere specialiteiten. In haar kielzog: geen schadelijke uitstoot. Slechts de wind voor het volgende schip om te gebruiken.
In 2015 bracht Fairtransport een tweede schip in de vaart. De Nordlys, een trawler uit 1873. Momenteel is het schip niet alleen één van de weinige werkelijk duurzame vrachtschepen ter wereld, maar ook het oudste nog in de vrachtvaart werkzaam zijnde. De Nordlys zal de Europese kust van Kopenhagen tot aan de Middellandse Zee gaan bevaren.
Steeds meer partijen zien de meerwaarde van zeilende vrachtvaart voor hun product en het feit dat ze zonder CO2 uitstoot kunnen opereren als een duidelijk voordeel. Vooralsnog is Fairtransport nog de enige reder die de trans-Atlantische oversteek op pure zeilkracht maakt, maar de beweging achter duurzaam vervoer over zee groeit wel gestaag. Op tafel liggen inmiddels de eerste tekeningen voor een volgend project. Een klipperschip van 58 meter, de Spirit of Rotterdam.
Wij zouden dan ook graag zien dat alle importeurs, exporteurs en vrachteigenaren met Fairtransport “in zee gaan”. Want de enige eerlijke manier van vervoer is met de wind!
Na bijna 6 maanden en duizenden mijlen is de Tres Hombres bijna weer terug in Nederland. Ons motorloze zeilende vrachtschip ronde de Atlantische oceaan inmiddels voor de negende keer. Het ruim vol met cacao bonen, groene koffie bonen en vaten met onze exclusieve Tres Hombres Rum.
20 Mei vanaf 14:00 uur gaan we lossen en vieren dat Fairtransport 10 jaar bestaat bij IJkade/Aambeeldstraat, Hotel de Goudfazant & Hangar Amsterdam.
U bent van harte uitgenodigd. Bezoek het schip, ontmoet de kapiteins en crew en proef de rum….koffie en chocolade!
Schnell kam die Tres Hombres bisher voran. Nur die letzten Tage flappen die Segel im Schwachwind…als waere
bald nach den Azoren das Ziel abhanden gekommen. Wale ziehen unbeirrt zuegig vorbei, einige nur ein paar Meter
neben dem Schiff.
Die Grenze der Geduld rueckt vom Horizont an die Reling. Tag und Nacht, Wachen und Mahlzeiten geben den Takt.
Ab und zu schickt ferner Wind lange Duenung, begleitet von einzelnen Seevoegeln. Nachdenklich der Blick auf
die Windvorhersage…nach jedem hoffnungsvollen Segeltrimm die Erwartung der stetigen Brise, die Fahrt nach
Osten zulaesst und dem Rauschen des Wassers an der Bordwand den Schlafenden wieder die Richtung
gibt.Aufwachen…4 Knoten Kurs Sued…immerhin gut fuer eine Weile…
Like a slammed door the east wind welcomes us back in Europe. The pressure is high, almost unbearable, the huge systems with 1038 mb moving back and forth above Ireland, supplying us with fresh air, directly from the North pole. This is what can happen when some people keep saying that the captain can also control the wind…onto our 300 miles to go, we got another 700…
At least, after 4-5 grey days the sun came out and all hands are happy to scrape and paint and oil and whip and splice and knot and mend and serve and tar and saw and chip away hard to get her into the right shape for home. But also to read and talk and argue and snack and sometimes just enjoy the warming sun rays, as just right now in the afternoon watch.
In this moment a ship passed our bows, whereon I pointed and called out to the crew: look, a ship just like ours! They came and saw a 303m container vessel, but still, they are also carrying cargo. Hilde then said: They must have just as much crew as we have, isn’t that crazy. Yes, it certainly is. I mean, something in this relation is crazy, we are carrying 1 container, they 15.000.
You, Mister, sitting at the drawing desk and making lines, forming a miserable monster like this, you are crazy, or not? Or are we? Kim is a designer and makes formidable rum labels, Jeroen is an extraordinarily gifted inventor, Remi is a licensed mariner, steering the greatest cargo ship in the world close to the wind, Giuseppe is cooking fine and healthy meals with lowest budget in most basic conditions, Hilde converted from an office lady to able bodied seaman, learning first to caulk a ship in the winter, I am beeswaxing structural oak wood to keep it good for the next fifty years and so on….
So here nobody is crazy, so it must be you! Where all this trash, carried in unbelievable amounts, ends up is maybe the highest stage of human evolution presently, a fuckin webshop.
We won’t be on time for your orders at Amazon, mother nature knows why, keep in touch with her.
Captain Andreas Lackner
Okee okee okee dan ik schrijf wel een weblog maar alleen omdat je jarig bent. Het had zo kunnen zijn dat ik nu naast je op de bank zat. Maar we gaan nog naar Douarnenez en de wind zit niet mee.
Vandaag heb ik met Andreas de laatste stuurboord aanleg bolder vervangen, waarschijnlijk wel het laatste houtwerk van de reis. Vanaf Douarnenez ga ik mee in de nightwatch.
Ze willen een t-shirt maken met bijnamen en dan heet ik Miaumiau, omdat ik klink als een kat tijdens het kotsen.
De zin in land begint op te spelen, en vooral de zin in de drukke zomer die me staat te wachten.
Heb je al foto’s van Marcel gehad? Dan zet je de laptop op de stoel in de hoek waar ik altijd zit op je verjaardag, dan ben ik er toch nog een beetje bij. Een hele fijne verjaardag mam doe de groeten aan iedereen daar!
Wind wind, wind wind wind. It blows hard here, bending the azorien palms, and it’s sound effects- whistling stays, creaking mooring lines, hauling wind mills. It swipes over our safe haven island Fajal with an ocean gathered strength, and pulls on my nerves like a cello tuned by a butcher.
Such a fragile home we’ve got. 10 Months out of 12 it’s tossed around on the waves, half in the sea half in the sky. Yet in 5 months of sailing, soft or rough, land has been our only danger. The sea is my refuge. Does this make me a sailor?
Cast off the lines and let the world go to hell.
2 More weeks will bring a stop to a journey that seemed endless in time, or better said – the end of which I could not imagine.
So total is life at sea on an engineless sailing ship, engulfed in a nature beyond that which was meant for men.
So simple is my existence here – stay on the boat, feel the wind. And how do I go back to the social pollution of society?
On our ship every sound has a meaning, a reason and a reaction called for. The sails speak to you, telling ‘pull’ or ‘ease’ ; the wind says ‘brace’, ‘ set sails’ or ‘ douse’.
Visual and noise pollution in harbour and cities is overwhelming to me now. Did I sail across the ocean to return to this?
Have I changed and now must plunge into car exhausts church bells led screens and selfies once more?
Cast away from sea to land.
God have mercy for those lost at sea, for they had to go out again, not to be lost on land.
Second mate Shimra
DATE: 13-04-17 GMT : 0505 POS: 49-01.3 N, 018-47.6 W COG: Variable SOG: 0.1
The wind is starting to come down a little bit and the sailors can now hope to get dry a bit. It has been very wet and quite cold for us in the last two days and many had troubles to sleep in this four to five meters waves.
We are now entering a stationary high pressure area and we can expect to slow down a lot. At least we will have dry feet and be able to work on the boat a bit.
First mate Remi
Flaping in the center of a high pressure. Please send big greetings to all office and Nordlys crew-
Tell tramp his fleet is ready to sail from port.
Hope to see you all in Amsterdam.
Second mate Shimra and all
Acores and how we got there
Destiny wanted that the first whale we saw, we also hit. This frightening encounter in the midst of the Atlantic was first felt like rumbling over a sandbank, when every one rushed out, to see what’s happening. A thoroughly shaken and hurt sperm whale of about 12m with a big white scar on the back blows out a fountain of air and tries to orientate himself after what just had happened to him. I saw him diving away and hope our keel did not get further than his layer of fat…
The island of Flores then was the first rock we saw after a fast 17 days of sailing halfwind and it was Saturday so we decided to check out the weekend nightlife in Lajes das Flores which ended up in hardcore karaoke and close dancing in the Trancador…after a few very rocky days in the harbor and some magnificent impressions and meeting some fine people on this isolated island, Nuno threw off the lines and we sailed of to our destination Horta on Faial.
Paula, Norberto and Rita received us on the most beautiful way with food and wine, which we could share with our friendly competitor the Avontuur! Cornelius waited just for our arrival to embrace and chat a bit, before they set sail for Brixham. A great thing to see the family growing, despite all the beatings we receive from capitalism, bureucrazy, regulations for the use of oil and against ecology and other stupid shit created by lazy, ignorant live haters.
All islands are magnificent on this archipelago, they even have been more, before the cow inhabited these green, lush places, mostly covered in clouds. The cow needs food, so she feeds on great parts of the islands, which now look like Cornwall, nice green fields surrounded by stone walls, no bush, no tree. Then the cow grows, outside in any weather, but not for long, before she enters a container, alive, for her only and last voyage to Lisboa, where they have bigger slaughterhouses. Just a few days of motoring, almost all of them arrive alive… Meat every day. There is also fish but meat is cheap, good for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
What they used to do on island traditionally was fishing. There is a sustainable way of doing that, you go out on your own, little boat and fish. When you have enough you relax, repair your nets, work around the house, make your wife happy and enjoy life on a beautiful island. You do not start a fabric, build more and bigger ships, start cheating with amounts of fish and where you get it from and export it to places where nobody knows about the Acores. There is too little of them and the population cannot recuperate. Slow and small, that’s how the concept works. We now found in the end a little company, consisting of a fisherman and his wife, which put a few tunas in cans, which are a real treat and have their price, so you cannot take many at a time but still have some in 100 years.
It’s not that we are sailing happily from place to place, knowing everything better and telling the locals how they should live, this is just information which comes out when you meet caring islanders and debating about their lives in beautiful isolation.
Pico was the third island. Totally different place again, even south and north part differ a lot. Currently they are recuperating many of the old vineyards which were abandoned after the great wave of emigration after the earthquakes and volcano eruptions on the islands last century. Pico is home of great wines and we got many bottles in our hold….
Now going east again into a wonderful sunset, hasta la vista, Acores and dear friends there, hope to see you again.
We are still making good progress, all sails up trying to keep our 200 miles a day so that we don’t get cought by the area of less winds that is coming behind us. The air pressure is rising again as we leave the influence of the low behind us and step into the Azores permanent high pressure system.
This morning short after sunrise we hit a sperm whale. The whole ship was shaken by the impact and the tip of the dolphin striker bend 90 degrees but we didn’t notice any further damage. We where sailing 10 knots and it was probably a matter of centimeters that we saved the head rig. Just after the impact we saw the giant mammal spin on itself to get upside up again and dive. It is sad that this is the only way we got to see a whale so far.
We hope to sight first land on Saturday morning around Flores. Looking forward to step on Faial again.
First mate, Remi
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
WIND DIR & SPD: Southerly, 20 knots
AIR TEMP: 20 C
AIR PRES: 1027 hPa