10 December 2015 - Fairtransport
DATE: 9dec15 GMT:2120 POS: 12º59.4’N, 53º149.4’W COG: 270º SOG:7.5kts
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
CURRENT DIR:west north west
SEA STATE:moderate with long 9 feet hight swell below showers
Tic toc goes the clock
Time. I decided quite a while ago that this blogpost was gonna be about time. Ususally when I write, I just kinda freestyle it, I don’t really know what the next sentence is going to be before it’s on the paper, but this time it’s different. A lot of things have changed. Times have changed. I have changed. Time has always been very important to me, ever since I was little. I am not entirely sure why. I’ve had this weird almost ocd kinda thing going on for years, constantly having to know what time it is. I have always been carrying three or four watches on my wrists, of course they are all broken now, cheap three euro watches are not known for their sturdiness. I stocked up on them in la palma, but la palma seems like ages ago, and watches don’t last for ages. All of them are part of my bunk decoration now, I am starting to have a fine collection of watches in various degrees of brokeness. Time is facinating. Even when you don’t know the hour, you can still feel it passing. Even in the middle of the Atlantic, so far away from anything dryer than a soaked Tshirt, the watch system is still depending on time. We are counting on it. One of the few predictable things on board, one of the only things that are really planned through, in detail. How much time has passed since La Palma. 16 days I think. Roughly. Now we are coming to an end of this Atlantic crossing, my first Atlantic crossing, sailing downwind, almost due West, and it’s getting warmer and warmer. I am going on night watch in Tshirt in december. I’s snowing where I call home. I miss the snow. This heat is f#*cking with my system, and so the worlds smallest violin is playing just for me. The heat is influencing everyone. In a good way. We are staying up after our watch to chat with the people we spend less time with, Giuseppe has started teaching us all spanish, and 2nd mate Camille has started to play some nice rock and roll on deck instead of the techno. Giuseppe is going to bed with his usual “goodnight bitches” a lovely sentence, so polite and so impolite at the same time. We are constantly eating bananas, ’cause we have so many on board, banana bread, banana smoothie, banana jam, raw banana, banana porridge, banana salad, I can’t eat any more bananas, and so the worlds smallest violin is continously playing. A few days ago, I found a treasure on board the ship, valuable, as only few treasures ever were. A book. A useless facts book. 137 useless facts, pocket edition. I was very happy. At least until someone threw it overboard, cause apparently it made me talk too much on the nightwatches. It’s okay though. I wrote most of them down anyways. And so for my family in Tortuga, the useless fact of the day is, it takes the average snail 5 days to travel 1 mile. Your welcome.
A flying fish just flew over the rail and landed on the deck. I suspect it wanted a piece of the banana cake that’s lying next to the compass.
I guess, by all of these little memories, all of these amusing incidents, what I am really trying to say is that I feel calm today. Different than just a little while ago. I am getting to know myself a little bit better, the more time I spend on board. I have a better idea now of who I am , who I want to be, and what I want to do, than just a week ago, even though only a short time has passed since then. Time. I decided quite a while ago that this blogpost was gonna be about time. Times spent, times past, times yet to come.
Greetings from Victoria,
On compass heading 285
Going 7 knots
I wish you fair winds and following seas my friend
picture: © jdr -Fairtransport
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