19 januari 2016 - Fairtransport
During our night watch a big cargo ship was about to cross our course right before us – perhaps in a distance of only 0.2 nm. Wiebe called it via VHF and asked if they could pass around our stern – and perhaps a little bit surprised they consented to do so. At seven o’clock we were on the watch again, but because it was Sunday we didn’t have to do any maintenance work. So while one person was at the helm, the others were laying lazily on deck, using thick ropes as the proper seaman’s pillow and sleeping or reading or writing or listening to music. The portside watch played cards when I got up after a siesta in a rather hot cabin. On the starbord side of the galley luckily there was shade and fresh air circulating and till sunset I could sit there, sipping a wake-up coffee, just watching the sea and talking to people I really hadn’t talked before.
DATE: 18-01-16 GMT: 1400 POS: 17º19’N, 66º40’W SOG:5.5kts COG:290º
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
CLOUDS:strato cumulus 3/8
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 […]