16 juin 2017 - Fairtransport
For 2 days we saw our Tres going fast without outerjib, bobs and royal sailing closed haul. All safety nets and safety lines are in place, the automatic deck wash was done in the morning with waves and always nothing in the bilges.
Keep your body in balance, hold on as much as you can and walk windward side… Rules, redeem and tasks can be annoying but you understand quickly why this is exist after your first artistic twisted slide magic flip. Crew stayed aware and gave in the warm galley all jokes what they have, all creativity for making little animals with the sourdough, enjoying to furl sails on the bow sprit…
Now, in the same world, mother nature saying relax women and men. Sun on the skin, books in hands, butterflies in the heads, real and psychedelics drawings are done with the melody of guitar… Our bird wearing 11 wings, sailing broad reach, a little taste of Atlantic crossing.
We shared opinions about the new mustard yellow paint and then anyway there is no more old sunny duck yellow paint and we are just happy to see the lady feeling good after years of travels even we were stick on the wet paint at the dinner time when you are arriving sleepy for watch change… Hahaha. Of course many things has to be refresh during the next refit.
First :let’s go slowly to rum tasting in Texel and Sail Den Helder…
Anne-Flore second mate
as every day the tide is changing, our course over ground is changing, the side where the sails are set is changing, the meals as well. Although something never changed since we left Amsterdam; the motivation expressed from all buddies on board. Yes, it is hard not to sleep well because of the boat bouncing […]
It has been a 48h of tacking in the very agitated sea and sky… With the tide, we came back exactly where we were the day before in a distance of 15 miles straight line. The reality is that we needed so many little straight lines to reach this 15 miles further south. The explanation […]
So here we are, back in Amsterdam, with an empty cargo hold, preparing for the next trip. Six months have passed since we first left Den Helder on that grey November day. I still remember the steady sound of the tugboat, like a frantic clock rushing us. Soon the time would not matter that much, […]