Nassau - Bermuda
Day 1 Left
from Salty Cay around 10.30. Great to get going, we also had the best possible
wind conditions, great speeds. The usual prior-departure fear and panic starts
to fade away. Keeping an eye on the water tank leakage, its not something you
want to have on a crossing!
Day 2
Discovered the floor of the storage room next to the bicycle as the best place
to sleep. Nice scent of diesel and wet shoes, hard and relatively chilly floor,
full overview of whats going on on the boat and minimum movement
Day 3 Emma
says the highlight of the day was two huge waves which soaked us all in the
cockpit. She was the only one who had gone down between the waves to change to
dry and unsalty clothes. Todays noon report was epic DISTANCE COVERED IN 24 h
155 nm, which means average speed of 6.4 knots!
Day 4
Started log keeping, any info above is unreliable. Today the bananas got ripe
and all fell down on the floor. Two highlights > 1. skippers quiz number one
to celebrate half way to Bermuda reached in the night 2 visiting birdie resting
on the reeling. Later the bird actually moved in and made a nest on the galley
table. We called her Harriet.
Day 5 Until
now, I haven’t had a night watch but have only been a back-watch for everybody
else. This was changed today as I stepped in for 20-23 making the night shorter
for the others. The effect was immediate, I slept really better, because I did
it with good consesness. We entered a calm and had to motor through night. Gets
on my nerves to motor, but it is well part of crossing an ocean. Sleeping on
the deck next to the dinghy under thousand stars.
Day 6 Last
night Emma woke me up because she saw a strange light on her night watch. “It’s
a star”, I said, and went back to bed. The crew is doing great, I am woken up
when there is something. Maneuvers go smooth, food is great, there is a lot to
talk about, but silence is also natural.
Eva and I have a new tradition of a backgammon game in the evening.
Observed tiny dolphins, but they were busy fishing and didn’t come to say
hello.
Day 7 I
have tied to emphasize the importance of fighting apathy among the crew. Eva
learns to knit, good amount of initiative to fix stuff is taken, we are
planning for a dinner where you have to dress up with something else than
clothes (with maritime theme) I have given up with using email for weather,
also grib file downloading mostly doesn’t work. Jelle sends me weather sms
every second day and that’s alright. Miss looking at the data myself though.
Day 8
Arrived
around 10 am and had an early morning to clear the deck, take down the two
poles and prepare for both customs dock and anchoring. St Geoges turned out to
be a really beautiful harbor with extremely friendly people.
Bermuda – Azores
Day 1
The moods
are little down, guess we miss eva s company and we also start to wear off a
little. Departure went smoothly in the end. Friendly customs officer (or her
husband actually) helped me to pick up drogue from fedex on the other side of
Bermuda. All in all, Bermuda was one of my favourite stops, people most
friendly. Departure together with three other sailboats, all of them faster
than us.
Day 2
We went
good speeds, five to six knots and were hit by a squall and then calm at dawn
again. Good day with Emma-quiz and training hour, cloudy and gray. We try with
poled out jib, but there might be a night of motoring awaiting us.
Day 3
Most of the
day under engine powers. Today we really have all kinds of weathers. Wore up
for rain and gusty squall winds, after reefing down to third reef, wind
gradually died and forced us to use the engine. Its not a good feeling to start
burning diesel the third day. Afternoon was calm and sunny and there are
thousands of Portuguese man-of-wars around us. Emma and I, we went for a swim
and the sea is definitely cooler now. I am wearing socks, jacket and a hat
during night watches.
Day 4
Drifting
around without sails. Beautiful calm day, waiting for the wind which was due
this morning. Emma made pancakes, don’t feel like starting the engine..
…and when I
finally did start the engine, there was the weirdest noise and off it went
again. After suspecting the propella (that’s where the noise seemed to come),
and diving down to check it, I removed all engine covers and discovered that
the dynamo had fallen off! Thanking all gods of diesel engines, this is
something I can fix, and now Ford is running again and makes its usual humming.
Normally I wear ear protection when motoring, but tonight I listen to it with
the greatest pleasure.
Day 5
Figured out
that both me, computer and shipslog had been one day ahead, and therefore the
weather forecast never matched with what we had. Been quite useless today, just
daydreaming most of the time by myself. Checked the dynamo once more, and
engine in general, slept a lot, what a weird day. Wind came this morning and we
are sailing again towards Europe. Eva sends black story riddles over iridium!
Day 6
144 nm in 24 hours. Love this wind! We would need to somehow sneak
further north to be less exposed to calms, but then we would need to strip down
mainsail and Philipp, the weather man warns about too high wind speeds further
north too. In this point I prefer 40 knots to zero. We celebrated quarter trip
point by sending a message in a bottle and eating Nutella with crackers (sort
of a cake). I have all these fears of running out of diesel (we need to charge
batteries every 2nd evening) with further calms in the forecast. We
have enough diesel, but I still have this fear. Another fear is that something
more goes wrong with the engine. Its not likely, and it doesn’t help to worry
about it, but I still have these fear. Third fear is how the crew will do, I
personally feel exhaustion sneaking in even if I actually got a lot of sleep
the last days.
Day 7
Today was a
rainy day with, perhaps 3 m wave. Perfect for studying French! I try to study
one French lesson from Philipp’s German speaking book every day. These kind of
thigs you would never manage in real life. We also played couple of rounds of
Wavy Carcassonne. First time since Nassau, we have to live with port-tack. That
means that the heads, kitchen and everybody’s beds are uphill!
Day 8
Only two
oranges left. A four day calm in the forecast. We prepare mentally, I try to
think of things to do. Calms are demanding, because it means constant trying to
sail and often failing, banging sails and swinging boat. Anycase, today was a
great sailing day, close hulled, made a degree of northing. Emma saw dolphins.
Had a short circuit on the fuse panel. Uncool, but problem fixed now..
We ve tried
to fish, caught only plastic.
Its getting
colder, Wearing a beanie in the night, and socks and shoes.
Day 9
We made it
to 36 degs north were the coming calm should be a day shorter. A day of solid
six knots straight towards Flores is great for moral. Something is wrong with
our iridium balance. Left with 180 minutes from Nassau, now only 35 left! No
more grib files or riddles over iridium, weather com with Philipp only.
Planning “wear anything but clothes“ - dinner as halfway celebration (if we
ever get there…)
Day 10
My day in
the kitchen. Did nothing else today- no weather, no noonreport no fench lesson.
Finally reached -the oddly calculated- half way mark! Baking chocolate cake for
celebration resulted in amazing amount of cleaning (the liquid paste was all
over the stove, the diesel heater, over and under floorboards…) and matching
level of crumpiness. The atmosphere lightened up when celebration costumes made
of sail bags and covers, billows and driftanchors were put on, the chilled
drinks and special meal incl. the cake were brought out. The main course had to
be made twice because one of eggs added in the final face turned out to be gone
sour. Calm finally hit us at dawn. Chatted over vhf with s/y Nivana, a second
sailing vessel we saw since Bermuda.
Day 11
Motored
through gray night without any reference. A group of perhaps 50 dolphins kept
us company. Managed to make only 25 nm in 10 hours with 4 knots speed. How IS
that possible? We were steering in circles on featureless gray and black see.
Switched engine off eight in the morning and tried to sail a bit. Ended up
drifting until early afternoon, when Angela found me (I was sleeping under the
working jib in the bow : P) and pointed out that the wind was picking up and
that it was three hours in to my watch. With two poled out jibs, we goose wing
through the blue sunny seas dotted with thousands pink and blue Portuguese
man-of-wars. We went though any life changing future plans this trip has
brought our minds, Emma made pizza and just before sunset we almost collided
with a turtle!
Day 12
Nothing
much happened, but we are sailing 6 kn directly towards Flores with two poled
out jibs. That is great! We are sneezing all together, a few days since we run
out of oranges. Time to find c-vitamin tablets. Planning the shopping in Flores
already, food is an endless topic for discussion. Stuffing box seems to be
leaking more than before. Discovered also that our fresh water in the first
tank is slightly salty. The only explanation being the lid on deck not holding.
Luckily we have the second tank kept separate and plenty left in canisters,
enough for couple of weeks.
Day 13
After some
investigations it seems that the water collecting in the aft bilge has flushed
over to the kitchen bilge with the amazing rolling movements we have had the
last days. The freshwater for the tab is taken from a hose which lays in that
bilge. Guess that’s how saltwater got in to our drinking water. All bilges are
dried now and stuffing box tightened salty waters flushed out of the hose and
hopefully problem solved. We had couple of yellow fin tunas following us (we
could see them through the wave), but none of them would go for the bate
hanging on a line behind the boat. After a lot of rolling and goosewinging we
hoisted the main to stabilize us and hope to keep it up for the night to allow
good night sleep for everybody.
Day 14
Two weeks
out at the sea, four days to go. There wasn’t much maneuvering going on today.
Kiwi does the sailing and we take turns to keep an eye on how she performs. She
does well, we have 30 knots wind and go almost six knots with working jib only.
We have three meter wave from aft so shes tossed around quite a bit. Makes life
ombord very interesting.
Day 15
It’s kind
of an anniversary: we sailed from Tromso exactly one year ago today. And what a
year it has been! Was utterly knocked out today, and useless. Good we didn’t
arrive yet, would have not managed to go in to any harbor in the shape I was
in.
Talked to
an Austrian catamaran on VHF today to practice my social skills. Didn’t go so
well. Think I showed too much interest in their fresh fruit and veggie stocks
and they got scared surely thinking we were pirates!
Day 16
A lot of
sail changes through night with wind picking up to 40 kn. Subsequently the
skipper slept past noon and were woken up for another sail change and pan
cakes. There was a lot of sailing going on today, strong southerlies turned in
to strong northerlies. Angela and Emma don’t always manage cooperate which
means if there is anything to do with the sails, it has to be me with one of
them. Little frustrainting, but then again, this is something I cant really do
anything about.
Day 17
Don’t manage
to arrive during light hours today. Aiming for daybreak tomorrow. That doesn’t
help for the mood. Everybody soaked and seriously ready for landfall.
Day 18
Went in
early to find the cutest harbor ever. Lajos turned out to be very unspoiled and
friendly and the island lush and green and full of blossoming rodorendons. We
did some great hikes and had a good rest before heading for our next leg over
the Atlantic.
Crossing
Flores, Azores – Brest, France
Day 1
Had a slow
start because I decided to wait for Camille who fly from Faial with the morning
flight. The boat is desalinated and tidy, Camille is fun and a welcomed
addition to our group. Think we were starting to grow little tired of each
other. Winds seemed hopelessly low, but we had a good start with 4.5 knots to
the right direction, dolphins and a leatherback turtle.
Day 2
Another day
of light but sailable winds. Poled out both jibs in the morning and this is how
we went the whole day. Adjusting to new watch system with 3 hour watches. I am
happy Emma and Angel help with explaining stuff to Camille. A lot of sun! In
the evening we were visited by minkie whales!
Day 3
Kiwis
future (if she’s sold or not, or if we sail her next summer and where) is
unsure. The decision to sail to Brest this time is solid. I cant handle further
changes in the immediate plan. The plan has changed so thousand times during
this trip and its wearing me out. Light winds picked up towards the evening,
Jelle warns about approaching low pressures further north.
Day 4
So much
happened today. Emma’s birthday. I had a cooking duty, made a cake and we
played fun games : ). Sea is getting rough so we were splashed wet several
times. We played Kim’s game, precision ball throwing on main sail, we had a
knot competition and a winching competition. Some action like this always helps
for the mood. Crossed ¼ line in the evening.
Day 5
Port tack
with kitchen and toilet uphill is demanding. I am on kitchen sofa now, which is
an excellent place for sleeping. Last night we had a weir encounter with a
Dutch sailboat, which slowly overtook us. I had warned them on the radio about
our position and course, we were anyway almost ran over by them in the middle
of the night and had to change our course to avoid collision. In the morning we
see same boat heading to an opposite westward full speed. On vhf they say they
are fleeing from a depression and later asked if we had newest weather report
since theirs was three days old. I told them there was nothing to worry about
weather-vice, but excellent sailing winds. We didn’t see them turn back but can
obviously expect anything…
Day 6
Out of
movies to watch! I have fever and muscles so week that just standing makes them
shiver. Snapped at Angela. With this wave direction we sometimes experience
toilet products entering splashing up to the cockpit. Sailing sucks!! Almost
collided with a cargo ship too.
Day 7
Half way
this morning. High pressure arrived and we hoisted 150%genoa. Happily making 5
knots in big swell. Celebrated halfway with pirate costumes and some good
games. Discovered broken babystay and had a very adventurous trip up the mast
to remove it. I am not well, I am exhausted, my legs barely carry me.
Day 8
Got to
sleep 4h in the middle of the day and feel much better. I woke up for laughter
from the cockpit, best sound in the world. Evening brought finally the calm we
have been expecting and we ended up motorsailing into the night after a great
beam reach through the day. Worked with figuring out tides for arrival in Brest
and on my jury Babystay.
Day 9
Gray day
without much wind. Motorsailing throughout the whole day. Not many words spoken onbord, Emma has lost
her good spirits and has a broken back. Camille is full of energy. She and
Angela are well rested it seems, and offer their help where they can. I am
exhausted, but fine. Philipp wrote “enjoy the last days” in his weat0her SMS.
That seemed like a joke, it feels like a survival struggle for me. Had some
classical music on my driving watch and admired the gray desolated sea and
tried to think how I will miss this scenery and how lucky we are to get to
travel like this.
Day 10
Beautiful
sunny day with extremely flat seas and motoring. We could see whale blowing in
the horizont, quite some carbage and a gannet like bird with a fishing lure on his
peak. Could say we have arrived to Bay of Biscay! Installed the jury babystay.
Day 11
Started
sailing at midnight with very optimistically light winds. After 49 hours under
engine we all were ready for some sailing. We are close hauled as hell and point
to England, but also will not have enough diesel to bring us to France. We have
to sail the wind we have. Angela has changed a lot, she takes great
responsibility, is not afraid of taking initiatives and after Emma hurting her
back, really contributes hugely onboard.
Day 12
We were
followed by pilot whales today. Starting to doubt how we will make it with
these non-existent or head winds. Rather horrible day. Broke 150% genoa. I need to sleep, but there is always
something to do or worry about. Thunder weather, turbulent winds on and off. A
lot of work with up and down with the sails, on and off with the engine, no
rest. Waves are violent and I fear more things will break. Ended up motoring
most of the night even if I try to spare diesel.
Day 13
Much better
moods today. Hoisted sails in the morning, wind lasted through the day and
everybody got to rest. Waves are smaller and in the evening wind veered
Northernly and we could finally point to Concarno with 5 knots speed. My
jury-babystay works fine with the innersail. Emma is still dreaming of catching
the ferry on Friday. I cant let any kind of pressure build on me now. My focus
is to bring us to France before we run out of food, fuel and water and in good
health and shape. Around midnight we arrived to the shipping route from English
channel around Finnistere in Spain. Extremely busy on AIS compared to what we
are used to, in reality, we have in times lights of one ship in the horizont to
admire. The ocean is so big.
Day 14
Arriving to
the continental shelf finally. Beautiful day with sunshine, closehulled, we
sail slow but steady towards Concarnoe through and area with a lot of traffic.
Had a bath in the cockpit and figured it is kind f chilly after all. We were
visited by about a hundred pilot whales. They stayed a good while and we could
hear their song through the hull. As it is in the end of any expedition or a
trip of considerable length, the eagerness of finishing is shadowing the spirit
of a good trip. We have done really well, but now it’s time to home.
Day 15
Approach was easier than I tought. Tide around Concarneau allows for us to enter any time of the day, something you really appreciate after 41 days Atlantic crossing! Land was sighted only 5 miles before reaching it, weather is hazy and hot and there are moonfish everywhere.
