15 février 2016 - Fairtransport
What a night!
Dowsing sails and tacking without any light, the moon is still young and was hide by heavy cloud of rain
that how we build braves sailors on Tres Hombres.
Sunday was our last warmth, wearing short pant, topless, having seawater shower from the bucket on deck.
Today rain clothes and sweaters, are out of the bag, the flip flop turn into leather boots.
For lunch, the pumpkin soup will warm us up.
DATE: 15-02-16 GMT:1200 POS: 25º N,59º47′ W COG:120º SOG:7.5 kts
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
CLOUDS:total overcast, heavy rain since 12 hours
SEA STATE:moderate to ruff
AIR PRES:1024 hPa
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 […]