4 July 2014 - Logbook Tres Hombres
No har vi det bra, (We have it good now)
Wind from the back is pushing us over the Dover currents towards our
red ruby wine. No mackerels today we make to much speed for fishing.
our Tres Hombres is in a hurry she feels unsatisfied six barrels of
wine is not enough to qens her thirst. She wants more, tasting the
French waters she knows soon her hatch will be opend and her hold will
be fild up with french passion.
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 […]
Today we rolled our merry way past the Dover Callais line in a magical orange sunrise, having now officially left the English channel at our stern. Where we also had a stark reminder that not all of us are as privileged and free as us here on our little square rig shipping around a Corona […]