20 April 2015 - Fairtransport
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
WIND SPD:3-4 Bf
As the days pass by, the continental plate is coming closer. We made about eight hundred miles since we left the Acores.
At the chart on the navigation table you can already see the European coastline . Last days were very cold and wet.
A warm cup of tea or coffee or a cup soup is giving some relief during the watch. ¨Take as much rest as possible and eat well¨, is the captains advice.
In the galley you can hear conversations about home. Also some small frustrations, unspoken of before, start to come to light.
These are the moments that you notice we all help each other. For a nice time we want to have. As we are sailing in every wind and weather, this also reflects back to us. In the end, good or bad weather does not exist. It is just the way it is. Together we are running this man made machine by the power of muscle, mind and heart. One direction we have to go, Forward it shall be!!!
The easterly winds makes the clouds disappear, a beautiful night with a sky full of twinkling stars. It makes everybody start shining again. Next days we have to tack our way east. A salty spray from the bow, a clear bleu sky and stars in the night will be our scenery.
The ship with her sails, she will be our refuge.
It’s midnight, we wake up. It’s morning light outside! We can clearly see. The deck, the water surrounding us, the faces of my shipmates, the horizon melting in thousands of colors of blue. The moon goes to sleep, the other watch also. We’re alone on deck with a very light breeze. We’re like an evolution […]
Paint and stain possible on this beautiful day. All sails are up, even the jib that the kids painted in Amsterdam. We sat her under the mainsail. We call it the ‚dolphin sail‘. Some of the crew members enjoyed cooking yesterday while Soraia had a day off. Her pastas, oignons beignets, pizzas, lasagna and vegetables […]
Fingers grab the outer jib sheet … Are they mine? Hands feel the curiosity Of last year’s boson The mumbling drums of this refit And that refit Echoes of detachment sweat That rinsed all those backs Shaped all those minds Into a pale blue line Man, just had this crazy dream Was it mine? Boots […]