10 oktober 2015 - Fairtransport
DATE: 9-10-15 GMT:1919 POS: 52º08′ N,3º25′ W COG:230º SOG:6.6kts
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
WIND DIR:North east
WIND SPD:2 bft
CURRENT DIR:south west
AIR PRES:1022 hPa
The beginning of a new Atlantic round by Captain FRA
The good ship Tres Hombres is back at sea after 6 weeks of refit at Den Helder shipyard.
A new gallant yard is now up in the fore mast.
A new gaff is set on the main mast.
12 hull planks were changed and not less than 10 on deck.
2 davids for the dinghy launching which can be execute with just 3 braves sailors now.
New drain and …(it’s not a joke) STONE anti-slippery floor in the galley.
A new Flag, Vanuatu, is on the mast, Fairtransport is not only a big bench of salty sailors.
Some of us working hard on a desk to deal with silly international laws.
Lot of “cosmetics” was done also, the flaming mermaid is beautiful now.
We was up to 40 peoples at Turtuga’s crew house at some point.
All working hard 12 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Thank you so much for this energy and good spirit.
Nothing is impossible when we work together.
My eyes get wet when I think about you guys.
We are now bounding for Douarnenez in France.
The cargo filled up with chocolate and rum.
Sailing down wind on a Brigantine is amazing.
François Mangin Deville
picture © JdR / Fairtransport
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 […]