Top starting Friday, November 28, 23h local. We leave with a bit apprehensive the moored at 120 escudos Mindelo pint after checking the last time the state of the rig. The call of the sea is the strongest.
It starts bad, 6 hours later it is the wheel that was wedged under the lee of the islands of Cape Town. Is lowered everything and Manu and Oliver J (specialists) work 2 hours in this tiny reduced.
The trade winds are set, about 20 knots East North East. With our two headsail: genoa jib and spinnaker pole through, we had a decent vein of 7 knots average to Barbados, rear wind. As a result, the operating times are reduced and it leaves us time for us.
Adri as an apprentice baker result 13 days of fresh bread to break them teeth but it has the advantage of "keeping the body". Oliv J begins to philosophize on Schopenhauer: a page a day so it's complicated. Jul trying to make us carry a tune on the hymns and New Zealand South Africa. I suspect also to train for World Cup 2011!
As Manu and I bossons our astronomical point, and every day is the same, we draw our right height with a huge mistake at the finish. Obviously there is something wrong. Stay tuned ..
Fishing: the vital activity of the racket (we must accompany our daily rice)
Already 4 days, a few buttons and pulled 2 lines when Adri, at the helm, we launched "Guys, I think we meet a school of small tuna. No sooner said than done, the lines are mounted on the pole and is fishing for ducks beginning. Follows a delicious tartare of Manu and an orgy of grilled steaks. For the record, the hullabaloo was followed a few yards by a nice swordfish caught by blood. One hesitates to put a line ravisons but we saw the size of the piece (about 2.50m), which requires us to respect. The fight would be uneven.
D7, day of glory, a female wahoo 1m30 - 25 kg, very seductive, landed in our cockpit at the cocktail hour. Damn! In less than 30 minutes, the beast is it butchered and an orgy of grilled fish, fried, coconut crew waiting for breakfast, lunch and dinner ad nauseam ...
not forget breakfast with fish wheel failed.
The days pass quickly, we recalons the hullabaloo on his way past the point of noon local time is moved back about every 3 days. 12h day, life on the bridge is only possible in the morning and evening session with muscular front, showers and parties belotte. The midday meal is 200g pasta or rice per person, chocolate and coffee before the game of chess or nap. Manu hump her English, Adri and I math and weather Oliv Camus bump!
drip 17h, 18h is the cocktail hour. After the first pastis, the conversation is dwindling, the background music Polnareff "I want to make love with you," the preferred Adri. Then comes the evening meal, the dishes Jul sentence and the captain, "Who wants what quarter? "And we invariably" J'men cares. " 21h, everyone is asleep. The watchman at the helm, lying on a small bench cushions, warm trade winds blowing in the neck, 2 hours to take stock of his life. The median
: we cut the Atlantic J7 2, local 23 hours, more than 1000 miles from land and 4000 feet of water underfoot.
We anticipated this shift slightly with a festival of good things in our Burgundy plastic lenses, terrine of duck leader price outbreaks and bananas! The arrival
J12, the crew is excited, the wind force at 28 knots, the swell is big and surfing gives us some adrenaline. Oliv J Jul Adri and swear by the McDonalds. Adri pay his tour if the racket is less than 14 days, which will be the case because we avons avalé 172 milles hier.
J13, Jul aperçoit la terre aux lueurs du jour et nous réveille sur la BO de « The Rock ». Il faut maintenant préparer l’arrivée avec notre carte de la Barbade qui date de 1966…
Conclusion
Nous n’avons rencontre ni bateaux, ni grands mammifères dans cet océan, nous avons été bien seuls et si nous avions eu assez de batterie, nous aurions passé quelques bonnes nuits au pilote.. Les manœuvres se sont limitées au changement de côté du tangon, l’équipage a donc peu souffert (sauf peut-être Oliv J et Adri. Vous leur demanderez pourquoi l’un utilisait un tube d’homéoplasmine per day and the other his MyCosta. For me it's medical confidentiality).
the hullabaloo was solid, but our peers who are listening parties crumb. I leave you, the landing is imminent. The cold beers and grilled us.
you soon.
M. Oliv
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