Wed Oct 31 12:25:05 2007 UTC - 30 9.81 S - 38 53.20 W
The transmission does
not spit out oil, the world again smiles at us, according to plan we will
sail the Bahamas through the Panama Canal. Now I have to think about the
oil radiator but with this we will deal calmly. Yesterday was an unusual
evening; it was as if Mother Ocean wanted to reward us for the last few
days of stress and inner turmoil. This unusual reward I felt even through
the sheepskin of still tormenting me apprehensions and doubts connected
with damage and with the cruise. The ocean smoothed over, I was intrigued
by Wacek’s incessant barking, usually he barks at birds, but this time he
barked differently. I looked in the direction he was barking and I saw a
one-meter long tuna fish jumping from the water. It jumped from the water
like a dolphin in an aquarium, and then it jumped again, still higher.
Others swam not far away, their fins above the surface as if imitating
dolphins. First they emerged the long, narrow like a knife, yellow fin,
and then the black back fin, and so on. I tried to take a picture, but I
was too slow for them ... I fought the huntsman instinct, although a part
of me wanted to shoot one of them when it swam at ship's side, but this
would be barbarity, like damaging a holy picture ... Then not far away
some long narrow fins started to come to the surface, I thought that the
tunas might be having a little "tete a tete" , but after a moment I saw a
round shadow, right under the surface, it swam slowly in our direction.
This was a turtle with a little fish pilot. I ran to get the camera, but
before I returned, he was already swimming under Luka and I only caught
his bum ... Then we had a performance of Shadow Lights. It was the setting
sun that showed awesome pictures, changing them incessantly like a
theatrical decoration ...
Tue Oct 30 11:34:33 2007 UTC - 30 12.63 S - 38 39.92 W
There is no wind, we drift and fix things on board. The shroud stopper is fixed, GPS-2 works. Now I’m praying over the transmission, my friend Martin, from Port San Luis, may he live forever, sent me instructions on how to get to the leaking gasket. I unscrewed the roller from the transmission, and then revolving it I pushed it about 60 cm to the outside. The flange shaft has a funnel shape and in it is a half-an-inch nut fastening the flange shaft to the roller of the transmission. We don’t have such a big wrench on board, so I used the universal Russian wrench, which consists of a hammer and chipper. The nut was almost hidden in the funnel of the flange shaft; I could cut it only in a little corner. It seemed somehow soft, I cut off already almost one corner, and it didn’t twitch. I felt despair coming over me. I sprinkled it with rust remover and for a few moments tapped it with a hammer. I thought that I have to really hit it otherwise it will not budge and I will only cut it off all around... I made a new indentation on the other side of the nut, I dulled the chipper a little, I concentrated on the end of hammer, I took the greatest swing which the narrow hole in which I lay would allow me and I hit, then again, the third time the screw budged. I felt relief, because this meant that we’re fighting further ... Knocking with great effort, I unscrewed the nut and I took off the flange shaft which fit on a jagged roller and its neck sealed by zimmering. When I took it off I saw a spring in the shape of a circle which normally is put on zimmering and, like a tie on a shirt, holds the gasket to the roller. I took it out, it looks undamaged ... I now wait for 7 in the morning in California, in order to consult with Marti as to the next step
Mon Oct 29 09:02:59 2007 UTC - 29 59.00 S - 38 30.12 W
There is almost no wind, we stand in drift. War with “dragons” goes on.
Sun Oct 28 08:49:55 2007 UTC - 29 46.77 S - 38 26.79 W
Today the outcome is 2 to 1 to change course to northern and sail to the Caribbean. The only working, and already fixed hardware on board is the autopilot and one GPS. We have no manual steering, for the second time the roller shaft is torn off, we have no engine. If for some reason the autopilot again will get hiccups, we will find ourselves in a very hard situation, and as it turns out, I am not able to fix everything. I could somehow make a radiator from a bucket of salt water to cool the oil, but in order to seal the roller it’s necessary to take out the transmission, take it apart and exchange the zimmering on the roller. Of course I don’t have reserve zimmering here. It’s also possible that the salt water destroyed the disks and the whole transposition needs to be exchanged. Luka is coming out from under my control ... I should stop somewhere to fix all these things ... Today I will call a friend in Port San Luis, who it repairs such transmissions and I will ask his advice, but I think I know the answer, short of a miracle happening... I will rock here for another twenty-four hours, tomorrow I will decide what to do with the “non-stop” in the cruise title...
Sat Oct 27 09:41:45 2007 UTC - 29 34.95 S - 38 46.80 W
Black Friday. In the evening I started the engine so it would lubricate. During an inspection I discovered that the hydraulic transmission box was filled with salt water to the brim. This is tragic news; the heat transformer had to have a manufacturing defect, all accessories of engine, pumps, and heat transformers, worked only 300 hours. At night this horribly strange squall pushed us almost to water, and a shroud stopper, fixed by me once before, broke again. GPS nr 2 does not work, wind generators do not load, one gas tank is empty. It’s somehow difficult for me to imagine sailing around Cape Horn without the possibility of dodges, standing on anchor and a sense of security that comes with efficiently working, strong engine, if we were pushed onto cliffs. I can fix the shroud stopper once again, but only in such manner as previously, we don’t have a stronger screw with eye on board, to which I might attach a turn-buckle. Yesterday I rinsed the transmission, first with fresh water, then twice with oil. The pressure in the filled with water transmission box caused the zimmering, which seals the shaft, to leak and now the engine oil almost trickles out. The wind is gone, I’ll open up a bottle today and gain some distance, tomorrow I will think about all this again.
Fri Oct 26 14:04:07 2007 UTC - 29 4.18 S - 38 2.81 W
Yesterday we caught a beautiful fish; it had to be about 10 kilograms. It was so colorful that it is difficult for me to describe the strange nuances of red textures with pomegranate and the explosions of other colors. Then I regretted that I killed it, but this is typical for me under the influence of justifications, the desire to kill it got the upper hand over mercy, I was strongly motivated by the smell of fish soup and fresh fish from a frying pan. This fish was so big that I decided to dry a part of it; I will later cook it with rice. The best pieces cleaned of bloody deposits, I cut into shapely strips, I soaked them in soy sauce for 10 minutes, then I laid them out on cardboard so that they would dry and today I hung them on little hooks from stainless wire, on front safety lines. And now for the bad news, for some reason both wind generators do not load, they turn slowly, as if they were turned off, something in their electronics is messed up, also GPS Nr 2 doesn’t work, it does not see the antenna. I have to find out more about the generators, I do not know what kind of electronics they have inside, the GPS I will take care of today, first I will change the antenna. Friends told me that Natasha Caban in road to California stopped in Ensenada and she stayed in “my marina”. I hope that you liked it there resourceful sea woman, and that sometimes you think about Slawek. We drank many bottles at this kei, and if distinctly we did not ask him to tell about the expedition from which they had just returned with the OLD ONE, where as one of three captains he lead the first Polish yacht the North Western route, he suddenly started to tell us about a certain beautiful girl who went on a solitary cruise around the world, he was very worried about her, he sighed with tearful eyes and it was apparent that his heart bled. I am certain that this beauty he talked about, was named Natasha ... Thank you dear Natasha for the bird, don't suspect me ungrateful, but no bird would survive more than an hour on the territory of this little bandit, besides officer Wacek craps our deck so intensively that I do not keep up with cleaning. You understand that another thing which would crap could only worsen the situation. But I would gladly receive a little of this cucumber soup which you once mentioned...
DAY 232 and 233
Thu Oct 25 08:13:07 2007 UTC -
27 24.40 S - 36 37.79 W
Weather and direction without alterations, nothing worth comment happened.
Tue Oct 23 10:50:53 2007 UTC - 26 27.96 S - 33 29.14 W
Yesterday I looked at the manhole on deck and I remembered that the one in the second cabin leaks. Once I put an old jib on the sleeping-berth right under it, so that the drops of water would flow to the floor. There is a screwed on and probably glued, solid frame from tic to the deck, and to it the aluminum "door-frame" of manhole is attached with only stainless screws. I unscrewed it efficiently, then with a spatula, I got rid of the old, and happily, put on the new and I screwed on the frame with “new" a little greater screws. Beside me “bared teeth" another manhole to the main cabin, so I repeated the whole process and sealed also that one. There is still one more in this part of yacht, manhole to the fore cabin, but this one is screwed on directly to the deck and I don’t have anyone who could hold the nuts from the inside. If I was desperate I could do this myself, but it would take me half a day, and besides this one doesn’t leak. The manhole covers should be sealed new every few years (depending on the seal used); these two won’t leak any time soon. Like on call today it’s been raining since morning, sometimes it pours, the wind then dies, poor sails trash around on a dead wave, but then the wind returns and then again it rains ... It’s raining again, I cannot hear the "groaning sails" anymore, I will undress to pants and I will go take them down. I returned wet, but I didn’t wet my clothes hehe, at Capo De Hornos such a trick will probably not work ... Wacek is under house arrest. A small, pitifully looking bird, the size of a sparrow with wet feathers tried to sit somewhere on deck, but of course bandit Wacek chased it all around the deck, as if his life depended on it. Now he will sit downstairs, until our guest will dry...
Mon Oct 22 11:39:33 2007 UTC - 25 48.21 S - 32 42.85 W
Calm whistling of generator woke up me up, we have wind. The sun joyfully advanced from behind the horizon, I put on water for coffee and more from habit, than necessity I checked positions. Yesterday, 6 miles north of us a general cargo ship came to a halt, he could weigh some 10 000 tons. I looked at it closely, it looked like it needs new paint, the old one would fall off in great pieces, and it steamed unmercifully from chimney before it stopped. I called him a few times on the radio, but he didn’t reply, maybe the whole crew, together with captain was helping the mechanic exchange rings on some press. I think they were unsuccessful, or there was more to exchange than one press, because when in the evening they lit their machine, from chimney burst a cloud of gray smoke, the general cargo ship slowly budged, but the streak of smoke stretched over the horizon. I invented a new meal, I mix flour with water for dough, I flatten it with fingers pouring on it a little flour, then I lay bits of fried bacon from a can, I cover that with the second bit of dough, I stick it together like ravioli and I toss it onto the frying pan. It comes out something hard to describe but edible like bread with bacon...
Sun Oct 21 16:39:57 2007 UTC - 25 36.90 S - 32 23.38 W
There is still no
wind, the dead wave also died. Mother Ocean floats us mildly and it
strokes us with drowsy splashes. Yesterday I got a letter from a
colleague; he wrote about his cruise at the north eastern USA coast, he
also mentioned the dramatic pontoon landing at the Fishers Island. This
reminded me of another landing on the beach, in bay San Quentin, on the
southern coast of Mexico. My brother visited me then, he flew out from
Poland. I still see him, how he looked around in Tijuana searching for me,
in the crowd of people waiting at the border, and all the while trying to
fend off the importunate Mexican taxi-drivers, among words
incomprehensible to him, trying to pull him into a taxi, his guiltless
smile and the Polish, mouthed through the teeth "get the f .. .out of
here' - I laugh at the memory even today. Or his joy, when I got
“Mariachis” in some bar in Ensenada, to play for him. They surrounded
Mirek in a circle and evenly like a strike of a thunderbolt, they entered
with three trumpets, two pairs of fiddles, a great, like a contrabass bass
guitar, guitar and little guitar that sounded like a banjo. I saw the joy
in his eyes and a fire that this splendidly playing band of well-educated
musicians lit up in his susceptible soul ... My charming wife also went on
this cruise, we went to eat spiny lobsters on a distant of about 220 miles
to the south island Guadalupe, we traded there with fishermen head to
head, a can of beer for a spiny lobster. Then we returned to the continent
and threw anchors in charming San Quentin. We had to supplement our
supplies of Tequila; we also wanted to just be lazy. Beata as if feeling
something decided not to go with us this time. When we sailed away, I did
not pay attention to an innocently looking battery of waves and almost
already on the beach both of us were thrown from the pontoon like from a
catapult, and the pontoon itself was covered. On the way back, when we
tried to sail through the battery of waves, Mirek jumped in the pontoon
too early and again was thrown like from a diving-board, this time somehow
he hit his head at the bottom, knocked out his tooth, and got two black
eyes ... Hehe. I shouldn’t laugh at this, but he looked comical ... He
survived this adventure in good form but alas a year later he did not
survive a stroke ..., well, at least before he went on his "last cruise" ,
I got him away from his sofa, he tasted fresh spiny lobsters, crude
oysters and battery of waves in San Quentin. I feel distinctly that he’s
comfortable where he is, he also liked to dream, and each of us when we
die, goes where we imagine we go. I feel sorry for people in who was
instilled a sense of guilt and belief in this psychopathic nonsense about
hell, devils and the manager fiend Lucifer, they don’t have an easy road.
Being from nature sinful beings, they pass their lives in continuous fear
and if someone doesn’t convince them in time that God is not angry with
them, they will find themselves in a hell they created for themselves and
they will remain there until they will free themselves from this illusion,
they will "fry" ... Robin Williams, one of the better actors in general,
and a very aware man, made a film titled: "What Dreams May Come", a title
hard to translate but its substance comes down to this question - "what
can result" from our imagination and dreams. Besides the drama taking
place in the movie, it also shows in a pastel manner, the truth about
going to the other side and the principle influence that our own
imaginings have on the place where we’re going ... Because everyone goes
exactly where they think they’re going, when drowning in personal
illusions. Fear of death is a whip stranded from ignorance by sleazebags
with peacocks in their gardens. They use the whip, throw a carrot and
promise something, which they can neither give nor take back, because
except the illusion they support for ages now, they only have soiled
pants, broken teeth and whatever they can get feeding on human fear.
Telling the beautiful and ideal creations of the Ideal God, who created
them in his own picture and likeness, that from birth they are dirty and
smelly and only the dipper of water spilled by some little man can correct
this mistake, is plaintive arrogance.
Sat Oct 20 11:12:15 2007 UTC - 25 29.81 S - 32 33.02 W
The wind went away somewhere, again the only noise is the creaking of the yacht, the working on a dead wave trunk. I started to take down the mainsail on a roller whose cable I always cover on windward winch and I felt that it turns unnaturally heavily. I stopped to turn it fearing that it will tear off, this is a big winch. I went to the bow, I tried to turn roller by hand, but it turned like usual. I returned, I put the cable of the roller on another winch, it turned out then, that our deck Samson "froze" , budging of crank on first running demanded abnormally great force. After twenty minutes I got into its belly and I discovered, not for the first time that this is the result of my own "fuck-up" . The casing of winch has three gaps: drain-pipes which should re-direct marine water, if it got there, I of course thoughtlessly sealed the whole base of the winch. The salt water trapped in the casing, created this macabre duet with the grease and it came out like this whitish, aqueous jelly filling almost every inch the base of the winch. All modes turned in aqueous greasy substance changed in places into lumps of crystallized salt. I thought about taking a picture of this little monster .. ..At the beginning I used a narrow spatula, then a broad screwdriver, then I poured in a bucket of water. Next a little brush went in motion and again bucket of water. With a drill I drilled through the sealed drain-pipes, then for an hour I freed the modes and all floating parts from the sticking grayish greasy substance and again water and brush. When the inside of the winch got dry, I covered it all with fresh grease, I put it back in the base, I started to turn it while pouring oil into the long main part with nest on crank, counting that it sets it in motion ... After a half hour my muscles were hurting and I gave up, now the winch turned slightly better, but still too heavily. If in a couple of days the oil will not penetrate the "ill place" , I will take it apart again and we will repeat the process ...
Fri Oct 19 09:14:01 2007 UTC - 25 42.34 S - 32 17.41 W
About 8 am from the west came a great dark cloud, I expected that as usual the wind will blow from under it, but suddenly it became silent, sails started to trash on the wave left over. The autopilot started to scream that in such conditions it cannot keep course. I looked at the main compass, it showed 40*, I looked at the second, this showed 330, something here was not right ... I turned on the GPS plotter and this showed our real course 240*. I made sure that no metal object got in the neighborhood of both compasses. Now it was clear, both compasses went crazy ... After 20 min the wind appeared, we budged. I checked the sails, when I returned to the wheelhouse the compass craziness passed, again both showed 5* more than the real course on GPS. I remember that something like this happened to us already on the eastern Indian Ocean ...Maybe we were sailing over the chakra of the earth, or maybe some magnetized UFO had its green stubby fingers in this
Thu Oct 18 12:38:45 2007 UTC - 25 5.34 S - 31 10.00 W
We have fresh wind from north-western
direction, we go with sharp half-wind, under bit of foresail and
mizzen-mast, maybe later I will put up the mainsail. How splendid it is
not to have obligations, how great it is to "not have to" . I will put up
the mainsail, if I want to, and if I don’t want to I won’t. There’s nobody
who would suggest it with even the least gesture. There are no suggestive
phone calls or emails from sponsors, I don’t have to be nice to Mr.
Machujski from Wachocka, because he gave me 1000 zl for two pumps ... I
don’t have to hear the opinions of cretins trying to push us, free like
dolphins sailors into the networks of moronic rules and in the paws of
this gray-bearded authorities of sailing which they experienced from the
altitudes of 10 meters above the seas on immovable deck and in books
written by these buffoons. I also don’t have to deface the perfectly white
sides of Luka with some market labels. I only do what I want and what I
consider good, and therefore only that which causes me pleasure. Each
morning I wake up expecting something pleasant. In this moment we are
situated perhaps near the place called freedom ... It’s too bad that Tomek
Cichocki chose the sponsoring route and looks like this little monster
created by him got him in the end ... Now from the perspective of my own
preparations, if I would want to sail the world in direction W-E,
non-stop, I think that being in USA 30 thousand dollars would be enough.
The cruise wouldn’t be as comfortable as on the Luka, but it would be
enough for an old , however well built, plastic yacht with the full keel
(almost the whole trip with wind). Yacht 35 stop (-+$ 18 thousand) two
stays for twin jibs ($100 for one jib, reserve mainsail - $150) two used
autopilots ($150 for one), two put together from parts wind generators
($40 for one), one 75W sun power battery ($350), manual GPS ($50),
chartploter with exterior antenna GPS ($250), small generator on gas Honda
1KW ($250), manual desalination device ($150), shortwave radio with box
antenna and with knick-knacks, ($300), radio VHF with antenna ($100),
cable ($300), Lexan 3/8 inch for the exchange of all windows and manholes
($300), sealers 420 and 520 ($100) fee for the place of where the yacht is
during preperations ($2000), life on yacht during preperations ($1000),
stainless nib for the exchange of all stays ($500), the instruction of
tying the nibs (12 bottles of beer), compass ($50), 2 pumps, one with
alarm ($200), accumulators - 1 starting for engine ($60), four 6V used for
golf carts, on yacht as "house" batteries ($320 ), stainless screws, nuts,
screws ($150) borrowed from me Iridium satellite telephone with computer
for communication, extraction of weather and with navigational program
with all the ports in the world ($0). There’s left over money for other
knick-knacks and unforeseen things. The given prices refer to the brands
on ebay (internet auction sale in US), of yachting scrap-heap in Florida,
outlet stores Westmarine which sell in a few scattered US locations,
commodities called "Open pack" which means things returned by clients and
for this reason things that can not be sold as new and therefore sold at
considerably lowered price ... We also take into account that the yacht
captain installs everything himself. It is possible (not taking into
consideration folks above average) that, MANY working, determined, VERY
frugal Poles, without, or with feeble English can save 30 thousand dollars
in US in the course of 3 years. I gave these numbers, in order to turn
your attention to the fact that "making requests" is not the only way of
making dreams come true and mainly, on precisely this road we have a
chance to not only fulfill our dream, but also find ourselves. "Expedition
for gold, is God’s way to send us on our way .. ."
Wed Oct 17 11:33:33 2007 UTC - 24 24.06 S - 29 57.24 W
It’s still beach
weather. Yesterday was less productive, we considerably lessened margin on
the mandrel fastening servo-motor with the main part of helm, generator
again works, although I can’t in good conscience say I fixed it, I changed
oil, our Hercules, main engine also got fresh oil... I like engines, I
like looking at them, I like listening when they work, I had to get this
in my genes from my older brother Antos who except for the mad idea of
building a motor boat in a two room apartment, because of which it was
necessary to take out window frames so this pampered by winter evenings
toy somehow we would get out (he stated that the place of building the
boat has to be near the house, not to lose time on journeys, hehe, strange
in which manner he made my mother agree with him ...) So except for a few
strange things he loved engines. Once just for pleasure he did in our
garage the fundamental repair of the car engine of his friend. This was
his hobby, then he listened to the regular, even rattling and the noise of
turning rived-beds, the engine – given a new life. His Wartburg he treated
like a mistress, we children, except for family departures, were forbidden
to come close to this black beauty, although it happened that my mother
with a friend sneaked the car out and went shopping... Generally, engines
like all of God's creatures should be loved and cared for, patted and
praised, and then if something has to brake it will break at the gas
station or at home.
Tue Oct 16 09:54:33 2007 UTC - 24 20.65 S - 29 53.64 W
Since yesterday I fight with the generator, in the fuel sytem again
appeared air, like a bug, this persecutes us from the beginning. Every
once in a while, without visible (for me) reason, the generator slows down
and stops. I then turn on the installed for such occasions little pump in
the fuel system, and I de-aerate filter fuel, then injection pump and our
little friend after a brief cough starts again. Alas after some time it
stops again. I thought about different options already and many times I
searched for the treacherous place in the fuel system. I passed by almost
all valves and connections with by-pass and nothing changed. Only pump in
the engine remains which gives fuel to injection pump and connecting
conduits. This I will look over today ...
Mon Oct 15 07:57:31 2007 UTC - 24 19.20 S - 29 53.55 W
Silence afloat, we are rocked by a dead wave from the east. For this occasion I will today again take care of the main part of helm and maybe I can lessen still the margin on mandrel fastening the servo-motor.
Lately the wind takes on the bad habit of turning to the south at about 3 in the morning, after an hour it returns to eastern. Besides that the weather is nice, but there are no fish here, and the mermaids were also a fairy tale ... ...
Wind and direction without changes. Yesterday was a debauchery day. It started with some adversity in the kitchen, we have on board multitudes of canned sausages, but they are not very good, they lack any taste, as if someone cooked them for a week and changed water every two hours. So I thought that I would make thin crepes , put two sausages in each, add a few strips of bacon, and a little stinging paprika, and then all that I would fry and I will have pancakes with sausages ... Unfortunately in spite of adding a ton of eggs in powder the pancakes were falling apart, so they ended up overboard, and the tasteless sausages with bacon and paprika in the pot are pretending to be stew. Disappointed and sweaty from standing in the hot kitchen, I sat down in the steering room and opened a beer. I thought about the cigar which I got once in Port San Luis from a colleague who just had a daughter, this is a custom in the USA that a father after the birth of a child presents his friends with cigars. It was a giant caricature of a cigar, it was in the cupboard, still in its cellophane. Something made me crave it, maybe this defeat with pancakes, I went to get it. I sat down in the steering room, I cut it in half and lit it. With great trouble I quit smoking a good 5 years ago, and now, when for the first time since that time, I inhaled, I felt great pleasure, after a second drag along with a sip of beer, I was pleasantly lightheaded ... I felt like I met up with an old lover, and even though I know that this connection is damaging for me, and that there is no future for us, now, this one time I let her once again passionately hold me. I lit the second half of the cigar and opened another beer, we had a splendid time listening to a book about the first white colonists of Africa. Then I opened bottle Whisky and perception sharpened even more, now the heroes of the tale, seemed fearless and ideal, and the aborigines fighting for their right to live altogether black .. .. I threw out the remainder of the cigar overboard, drank up the glass of whisky, it got dark, the entertainment was over. Time to turn on the generator ...
At night the wind
weakened and turned to southern, the mainsail shook giving to understand
that it didn’t like it. I changed course about 30* so I would avoid
maneuvering at night with the wishbone boom, but it looked like the wind
kept turning. It was 3 am, so I took down the mainsail and the remainder
of the night we sailed under one marching foresail.
Wind and direction the same, nothing worth describing happened
Day like yesterday. We sail quietly,
the sun shines, fish fly, birds hunt on fish and the fish ignore us. I’m
dreaming about fish soup ...
Weather without changes, for my
taste we could sail even slower, we are as before a month early.
Lately I read a few reports about circling Cape Horn and perhaps I
did it unnecessarily, because there were terrible dramas in all of
them and I’m beginning to be afraid. Now I will have to get rid of
this fear, while it’s still little ... For a few days now I check
the weather on the Horn, “it does” evenly 8-9 B straight from the
west and the wave is probably banked up on shelf. Let's hope that in
6 weeks Mother Ocean will smooth out the sea, appease the wind and
permit us to enjoy the sight of Cape Horn. Amen.
Wind and weather super, there is only a lack of nice smells. I wonder how Natasha Caban is doing, where she is now, I hope that she will change her mind about going through Suez, even the great ships have orders from ship owners to sail at least 200nm from the bank of Africa, before they will enter the straits. If Natasha will enter some central, or northern African port, and folks following the motion in port will then tell pirates that she just left it, even a little motor boat with two bandits will able to attack her ... This is terrible but a few years ago a Polish citizen, a solitary sailor went missing under such circumstances. He went missing without a trace in that region, and after some months someone tried to sell his yacht, robbed of everything one could unscrew. To go around South Africa, if one can go into ports and wait for the right weather, especially in the summer, is not very hard, and then 5* North from the Cape starts a beneficial south eastern wind. I remember a conversation I had with Slawek in Ensenada to which he and colleagues sailed on STARY on the way home, after making a north- western passage, he was very worried about Natasha, he was afraid for her because of pirates .. .. Let's hope that Natasha will change course, and if not, then let Mother Ocean cause her to be invisible to them.
In the morning the wind turned and the mizzen mast shook the whole
yacht with its motion. This is not a pleasant way to wake up at sea.
I don’t know anything about cardiology, but such a dramatic
awakening cannot be good for the heart when in a moment it changes
from a drowsy rhythm to highest revolutions and feels like a
At night it quieted down, but as before we’re moving in the right direction. We have two months to arrive at Cape Horn; we will probably be early anyway, so the weakening wind does not wake excitement. This soup from tuna fish head was exquisite; a certain "Russian from Alaska" showed me how to make it. You put the clean head of the fish and spine with the remainders of meat after cutting out the fillets in a pan. There is usually a good amount of fat on the head, so the soup has millions of fish’s golden eyes swimming in it. It’s precisely these golden fatty “eyes” that contain the beneficial for the immune system element Omega-3. It would be great to add some fresh vegetables to the soup, but because I don’t have any the dried vegetables will do ... The soup with the bits of cooked fish tastes perfect, of course only for those who like fish in the first place... IN Mexico they serve this soup with wrapped in thin cakes fish, of with bits of spicy pork. Our chances for fresh fish will increase when we will begin sailing faster. Although this is the center of the Atlantic something always happens here, Wacek almost incessantly barks at whales and plunging like torpedoes birds. Maybe tomorrow something will happen.
Weather like yesterday. Some “damn” shark or great barracuda chewed off at night our white-red fish. Dangling over the side double wire was cut as if with scissors to the metal. My blood pressure jumped up a little, it was an attractive, little fish, but oh, well, after a moment I took an empty can, and I cut out a piece, attached it to the anchors and it now flashes over the stern reflecting the sun. Maybe we’ll happen on some stupid fish ...
Yesterday more strongly than usual I felt an appetite
for fresh fish, and because a few days ago there appeared flying fish,
there must be others in the neighborhood. I rummaged in the box with baits
for a long time, after some hesitation I chose already used up bait in the
shape of a fish, with two rusty anchors. I took it to the engine room,
removed the rust and sprayed it with a red and white spray paint. It came
to me that the fish will feel the smell of fresh paint, so I dug out
yesterday's box of sprats and smeared the bait with oil and the remainder
of sprats. I threw the bait out over the stern, but this time I did not
let it go very far, in practice it turns out that fish take equally well
near the stern and there’s less rolling up.
The wind turned a little, I will have to change the configurations
of sails, besides that we have sun and super weather. The flying
fish appeared again, the ones in the Atlantic Ocean appear larger. I
noticed that they increase in numbers in the neighborhood of the
equator, further outside of the equator they stopped showing up, but
here once in a while a singular greater fish jumps up from the water
and soars low over the water, like a fired jet missile shot from a
The wind is a little indecisive today, it comes from all sides,
maybe it’s talking to his buddies about which direction it should
blow from. The sun rose smiling like a woman woken up by coffee and
compliments, now it heats up joyfully the world that was stiffen by
the night. You can go all your life and never feel such morning
warmth of a happy woman, especially because without coffee in bed
and some compliment they usually get up frowning... Through most of
my life I felt fascinated with women, first was of course my mother,
but I did not understand woman's nature then, and therefore I was
not a good kid, so my first woman beat me with a carpet-beater, I
did not know all these gimmicks ...
Mon Oct 01 08:04:03 2007 UTC - 21 56.27 S - 10 23.46 W
Life is beautiful, the weather super, today the sun presented its whole smiling face, we are pushed by a restrained, warm wind. We changed course, before us 1500 miles of navigating to the west, then at a distance of -+ 300 from the coast of Brazil we will change course to the south. At night I wondered about stopping in Brazil and taking for the road some chocolate treat, with a firm butt, but the idea fell when I thought about my "super territorial" Beata, who without a doubt would gauge out my eyes. We sail on.