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Mon Dec 31 14:29:41 2007 UTC - 54
45.44 S - 65 1.21 W
We stand on
anchor, 10 nm north of Cape Horn, hid in a well sheltered cove; we
wait for our wind ..., presently strong wind from the west...
Sun Dec 30 20:00:49 2007 UTC - 53
27.03 S - 65 27.96 W
We sail by the
island of States. I have no time to write, everything is ok.
Sat Dec 29 16:46:45 2007 UTC - 51
55.85 S - 65 34.25 W
We have today a
fine half (wind), we could go a lot faster but I suspend the “reins”
while I decide which ship's side we will take the island of States.
Presently we come slowly and we keep an eye on the weather.
Yesterday the two-day window of good weather ended, but we were
still too far, maybe we will wait for a new one...
Fri Dec 28 12:02:51 2007 UTC - 51
16.90 S - 65 9.65 W
there’s silence, it drifted us a little at night, but this is not
important, today we will make it up. Although actually there is
nothing to make up. It’s merely that at night we sailed a little to
The evening was smooth before the sunset, at starboard landed a
heavy, like a military transport worker, great albatross. It acted
strange, it looked like it was expecting something from us, it swam
behind us and stared shamelessly.
In spite of the silence we sailed half a knot, and our new friend
swam like on a bit of string, about 5 m over the stern. Wacek first
barked at him loudly, but it looked like our friend altogether did
not pay attention to this noise. Then Wacek changed tactics, he
started wagging his tail at the albatross and barked noiselessly, as
if saying: hey, friend swim up near by, we will play, I’ll tear some
feathers from your ass...
In the end it started raining and I thought that I shouldn’t leave
the poor bird in the rain, but at once I realized how absurd that
For a few days I look around to see what else I should attach, but
it turns out that all is "more or less" in order, and because we do
not foresee turn through keel, many things will stay how they are,
especially because after this turn a few days ago, many knick-knacks
wove themselves new nests on the ship's left side. It makes no sense
to move them, let them lay there...
Thu Dec 27 12:42:55 2007 UTC - 51
1.55 S - 65 0.50 W
again, we moved a little since yesterday, but we sit
now between lows, the wind is 60 miles to the south. Because of
this, today we load the batteries with the main engine, and on the
1/3 revolutions of engine we push in the direction of the wind.
Mother Ocean smells wonderfully today, perhaps she decided to be
lazy and rocks us mildly, covered by a white quilt of mist ... Ah
this smell ...
I wonder whether to sail the La Maire Strait, between the land and
island is a strong south current, it’s not too deep, northern wind
and inflow can bank up the waves...
But if in spite of this I will go through the strait, I will be near
the coast, sheltered from the west. If I decide to sail by the
island of States from the east, I will have to push against the wind
and waves for a good 70 miles. We will see how the wind will blow
when we approach it. I cannot reach Selma by phone, apparently they
don’t have an outside antenna and they only turn on the telephone
when they use it.
From a general report it seems that they got kicked in the butt a
little in La Maire, I wonder how the wind blew then...
Wed Dec 26 12:40:31 2007 UTC - 49
50.79 S - 63 37.40 W
We stand in
place, silence. According to empty promises of the weather fax it
should blow a little from the north today, so from the most
Today for dinner a piece of pate with salad, red borsch with
dumplings, then an average size baked to brown crisp geese with
Then the sofa and some light film, friendly to digestion.
Tue Dec 25 10:54:11 2007 UTC - 49
35.39 S - 63 48.07 W
The wind turned
off in the morning, the day started on deck. In a moment we will sit
down with Wacek at a holiday breakfast. We have my mom’s great pate,
the exquisite dish of sauerkraut & meet stew of Beata, ham, bacon
roasted with garlic and olives, baked pork and a piece of fat crisp
“karkowka”, white sausage and a whole lot of other smokehouse
sausages and horse-radish with sour cream and with sugar. The
breakfast of first day of Christmas does not have an equal.
I got hungry, it’s time to open my eyes and to put the oatmeal on
Wacek got a bone toy, a bone to eat, great dog-cake and a box of
Viennese sausages for Christmas, he will probably have holiday
diarrhea today ...
Mon Dec 24 15:23:21 2007 UTC - 48
48.48 S - 63 29.35 W
The wind dies,
we will rock on a dead wave today, it will be interesting to see
what Santa Claus
will bring us or if he will even find us here. However there’s no
chimney here, perhaps he will slide down the ventilation pipe.
Being a rational man, I know that this year I will not get a
present, but I always preferred giving than receiving anyway.
Receiving causes that I feel this gratitude which I have to let out,
and the feeling that I have to reciprocate.
It’s good if we get something we need ...
Most people when buying presents direct themselves with their own
taste and pick something that would give them pleasure.
Very often under the guise of giving a present, we indeed buy it for
ourselves. New grass mower for a wife, or a semi-automatic set for
raviolis which we like, perfumes that cause us smelling pleasure, or
garments from Victoria’s Secret that instigate our imagination.
Poor duped wife has to then thank us for those 'ill at ease"
I never know how to act when I get such a precious for the donor
present, it compels me to show a false gratitude, a fake happiness,
I imagine my insincere, stupid smile which I use to cover my
However the most baffling, and sometimes nightmarish are unwanted
presents. At best they cause repugnance.
There are also “Trojan horses”. On top of the fact that they’re
unwanted and no one knows how to get rid of them, it’s still
necessary to solidly pay for them ...
It’s wiser to give. Giving is like beautiful, clear music, it in
itself contains happiness, connects with what’s good and returns ...
Actually, Saint Nicholas possessing the monopoly of bestowing, has
be the happiest of the saints ...
Sun Dec 23 12:37:49 2007 UTC - 48
4.92 S - 62 34.68 W
At night we
moved a little but since this morning again wind in the eyes.
Tonight the wind again will turn and we should move to the south,
presently we come against the wind in the direction of the coast.
I wonder how many Polish yachts sailed South America and Cape Horn
from east to west. I don’t mean in the way that Konstatny
Maciejewicz did it in 1973, where the boys after circling the
islands Horn hid in the canals, or other yachts which sailed around
the island and returned after their own wake to Ushuaia. Sailing
from the east, island Horn only opens the Drakeÿ Strait. I remember
Eros, perhaps they broke their mast, but I am not certain in which
direction they sailed ... Maybe someone remembers?
Sat Dec 22 13:12:35 2007 UTC - 47
38.49 S - 61 13.57 W
blew well, at one point the monstrous wave put us almost flat on the
Inside was suddenly chaos, all that was not screwed on or attached
flew with a bang to the other side.
Laptop, on which I was reading letters flew away from my hands and
ended up on the other side of the mesa.
Luckily it landed softly on the sofa and lived through the flight
The pump of sweet water needed only a new fuse.
At night I woke up to the turning of the roller, but before I came
to the conclusion that I have to stop it, it stopped to turn.
This morning it turned out that some wave took away the badly
attached mainsail sheet which unfolded and when the roller blockade
(big screwdriver) stopped blocking the roller, the screw reeled in
the wandering under yacht sheet - therefore I did not have to block
it at night.
I unwrapped the sheet all morning and prayed that there wasn’t a
knot there somewhere and that I wouldn’t have to dive ...
I put snapblock on sheet, tied it to the mizzen-mast topenante, I
tightened it, then ran to engine room and turned the roller back,
then again on deck, to stretch the topenante and sheet, and again to
engine room ...
I did maybe ten rounds, I did not want to unroll too much at one
time, a loose sheet might create a new knot .. ..
Can someone send us the exact recipe of making “bimber” from
The alcohol ended, and we have on deck an additionally 5 kg of
sugar, with 2 L of Honey, 3 L of maple syrup and a lot of yeast ...
Ps. Dear Mr. Lotoczuk, please change or fix e-mail address,
the letters come back...
Fri Dec 21 14:10:05 2007 UTC - 47
10.81 S - 61 47.33 W
The announced 8
appeared punctually and it blows now in our eyes with the south
We’re going sharply on reefed up marching foresail.
Let's hope that the wind will blow away during the day and will sit
at night ...
At this rate we will see Cape Horn next year, I don’t see the
likelihood of circling it still in this, well perhaps ...
If not for Beata who deals with being alone worse day by day, calls
me a snail, and an ass not a sailor, because I was supposed to be
home for the holidays ...
If not for this sweet pressure, I would quietly use the magic „fuck
it” now and be glad that the sun rises in the morning.
As before I wonder how „Selma” so quickly flew by us, and nothing
except a good engine comes to my head, but somewhere there it is
possible that the boys have a boat „razor” and do 8 knots on sharp,
20 degrees to the wind. I wonder where they are, I cannot find the
number of their Iridium, but they probably don’t have an exterior
antenna and turn on the telephone only when they call.
We have to somehow go still 3 degrees lower, there the wind should
blow more often from the west, and this means a quick half-wind.
Again there’s no water in the tap, the pump died, I will check it
later, presently I use the manual in the bathroom. It will be
interesting to see how this Horn will be, in my mind built from
somebody else's reports, it’s a terribly unpleasant guy .. .always
„mad” , livid from irritation, and it knows only one word “get the f
.. . out of here” .
I wonder what I will write about him, what my feelings will be.
It seems that I did not lose distance for this adventure so far and
I should see him distinctly.
Contrary to popular opinion, I imagine Mr. Horn like a new friend
that greets us with a discreet wink, pats our arm and wishes good
luck. When however I check the weather in that neighborhood, the
magic disappears ...
Thereon perhaps lies belief, to believe in spite of objections ...
Thu Dec 20 12:05:13 2007 UTC - 46
52.10 S - 61 50.48 W
almost Christmas ... And we, as before, are a long way from home,
and to Cape Horn still a good 500 nm.
Actually this will not be my first Christmas alone; there were some
in my life already before I met Beata.
Away from family it’s just another regular day...
Today again wind in the eyes; we’re almost not moving forward at
all. There’s not another way, we have to wait this out, the wind has
to in the end turn for longer and we will sail on to meet Mr. Horn,
and then with current to Ensenada.
Wed Dec 19 12:31:39 2007 UTC - 46
29.90 S - 62 25.45 W
We sailed on a
little at night, but in a few hours the wind will die, tomorrow it
will turn noiselessly, and then it will blow in our eyes with 8, I
hope that this coming little monstrosity will quickly blow away.
Meanwhile we had a peaceful night, and in the evening we invited to
the wheelhouse Andrzej Korycki and we took a sip of the last Whisky.
Mr. Horn will have to be satisfied with half a bottle...
I thought that someday, when I will be in Ilawa, I will indeed
invite Andrzej to our Lipowiec, we will bake a pig, in the lake we
will cool a keg of beer, we will have a campfire with a guitar and
with Andrzej in the main role - provided he will accept the invite
I have no news from Selma, they were supposed to let me know how it
went on Horn, I wonder how the boys are doing, and where they’re
Tue Dec 18 15:54:23 2007 UTC - 45
40.60 S - 61 36.75 W
shows that where we are, about this time of year, the winds should
be western or south-western, while it almost always blows from the
south. It looks like Horn presently pushes us away ..., maybe it is
not ready to receive us yet ...
We have been sailing a long time already, I could start getting
impatient, throw „stones” to the wind and treat each silence as bad
I can also accept the situation and be happy that I’m sailing on my
gorgeous yacht, during the planned for half my life adventure, and
the wind sooner or later will begin to push us.
There exists a subtle difference between feeling pleasure from what
I always dreamed of doing, and experiencing the narrow and uncertain
tomorrow, a sailing prison. This ability is concentrating on things
good for us, and ignoring those that bother us and serve us badly.
This is an art of manipulation and self-suggestion that everyone, if
they are willing, can find in themselves ...
Even being with a beautiful woman (and inversely) one can decide
that she is ugly; concentrating on an ugly scar after smallpox, or
on a crooked, little toe. But one can also ignore a shorter leg and
big ears, and swim in the warm, like a forestry lake, eyes.
I decide the prism through which I look at the world, and there are
two choices, and what’s between them...
Like two lenses of binoculars, the left looks on a gray world, made
up of apprehensions and fears, while the right sees a sunny world
built with unlimited love.
It is we who decide through which lens we prefer to look at the
world, which picture is nearer our nature, which part we desire to
Each of us, conscious of this fact, or unconsciously, appoints to
life our own micro-world, this is precisely the Likeness that the
Good God gave us. Just like He, so do we on a micro scale,
incessantly create our own world and concentrating on apprehensions,
or feelings born from love, we fill it with our own creations ...
It happens that to the created by us „house” may lead a road which
seems unnecessarily long and twisting, but this impression results
from ignorance: what is a road ...
So I remember this, although it’s easy to forget, and I don’t curse
the wind, and I don’t feel bad that Mother Ocean holds us here.
Nothing happens by chance, all is a consequence of something and a
cause of something.
Mon Dec 17 11:57:03 2007 UTC - 45
28.25 S - 62 18.33 W
The night was
calm, the wind turned and again we’re against it.
Tomorrow it should do a turn of about 180* and stay like that for
about twenty-four hours, and then again it will blow SSW. Today
we’re cleaning up in stern warehouse; it’s time to take care of
boxes, pontoon engine, diving gear and others. I also have to
extract the remainder of the oil which is buried there somewhere,
before I will bury it again, maybe I can use it...
(received) Wed Dec 19 12:31:39
2007 UTC - 46 29.90 S - 62 25.45 W
Today we have wind right in our back, it pushes us with a charming
5, it’s not too warm, but this is already almost 50-th degree south
I haven’t heard from „Selma”, they are probably on the other side
already, and we still have a good way to Honorable Mr. Horn, a good
600 miles ...
Theoretically traveling this distance should not take us more than a
week, but the wind here turns all the time. I wonder how it
happened, that Selma reached Horn so quickly, they were far behind
me ..., they probably have great containers of fuel, or private
winds, or merely Selma is a quick yacht, and the boys navigate well.
We abridge the sails in the evening if necessary, I don’t like
squeezing into my storm jacket in the middle of the night, going out
on the swinging deck and in the dusk pulling down sails, such things
we settle in the evening, after the weather download. Besides I
don’t push Luka, it gives us warm dry sleeping-berths, protects us,
this is our support in this boundlessness, I would have to be a fool
to not take care of her.
Wacek was shaking in spite of the clothes from Ensenada, so I found
two old hats and I sewed for him a bulkier uniform. The hats were
red, and I used green material to hem the gaps for
head and the front paws, so now he looks a little like a dog-Santa
Yesterday I sewed a torn jib, I think I did this solidly. I also
decided to pull the cable in the back sail border which tragically
trashed in the wind...
Now I will be able to lessen the margin and get rid of or at least
lessen the irritating fluttering, such is the plan anyway, soon the
wind will verify that ...
I woke up depressed, I dreamt that I drove in a car with my late
brother, he was driving and when we went through an intersection, a
truck drove right at us, right before the impact I tactically woke
Then the stage changed, some great house, lots of arguments, my
brother was there too and some other people, someone died, perhaps a
child, there was much black, fertile soil, and then many birds
showed up, they rummaged in the earth, and then decided to live in
the wooden walls of the house, I thought then through the dream,
that this is a good omen if the birds put their nest here...
This is probably the hiccups before Horn; subconscious fears.
I am not able to translate dreams in detail, however this truck and
the death of a child is perhaps to announce unpleasantness, we
probably will be kicked in the butt....but the birds living in the
walls of the house, this is probably a good omen, a good end ...
Sat Dec 15 10:53:35 2007 UTC - 44
4.07 S - 62 1.03 W
It blew pretty
well yesterday, I had nothing against the low hanging over us
for 12 hours. It blew about a 9, I reefed the staysail, the
seams released precisely when I thought about pulling it down, this
time the gaps reinforced with copper were torn, to reef lines.
We’re already sufficiently near the coast, we should now move in the
direction of Horn, but for that we need wind other than SSW
which for a few days now assists us. S/V Selma was supposed to enter
the Magellan Strait, but management apparently changed orders, and
for two days now they push through Horn.
They rang me the day before yesterday, presently they’re going half
to and it’s difficult for them to push through, I wonder about their
situation today, but I am certain that they elapsed the tip and sail
on to south west. They have 4m longer water line and a crew of 7...
Fri Dec 14 13:39:09 2007 UTC - 44
44.69 S - 60 42.47 W
Today it blows
SSW against us; it unravels, this evening it’s supposed to blow 8B.
The preceding night, sometime before morning I saw a great light on
the horizon. Heavy with sleep I thought that this is probably the
setting moon ... When I checked the horizon two hours later, the
glow was still there ... I got worried because now it looked like an
illuminated great city over the horizon. I turned on the radar, and
looked at the map, although I knew that in the 200 mile radius
around me there is no land. The radar on max reach of 36nm showed
I concluded that this has to be some giant fisherman's flotilla
sitting on some monstrous sandbank of fish...
Tonight the swimming town showed up from behind the horizon, I could
see 60-80 very great lights.
This time the radar showed a bound echo, these were not fisherman's
smacks, the echo of radar showed great commandoes, maybe ships-
They lit up a giant area in all directions. For my taste, the taste
of an ex - fisherman, it was decidedly too many lights and why did
they light up four sides of the world. The only explanation of this
enigma was a fisherman's flotilla fishing for calamari, but here
appears the problem, those units do not waste energy in order to
light up the sky...
Rather they direct very strong lights to the surface of the water,
calamari come like moths to a flame, then the great motor boat
extends the net, circles gathered at the light calamari and the
circle of the net filled with stupid by light calamari closes ...
I went down, when I returned after about an hour the “town"
It disappeared from the horizon and from radar, only a pale glow
Sandbank of something that the “town" hunted, had to move very
However, what was the goal of this flotilla lighting up the sky?
Maybe they were catching marine kind of bats ...
A bottle of Whisky for whoever knows the answer...
Thu Dec 13 14:23:27 2007 UTC - 44
47.88 S - 60 17.81 W
Wind went away
somewhere, we will use this day for works on the deck.
It’s necessary to solidly attach everything, especially pontoon.
Luka has 3.5-meter long pontoon with a plastic, double bottom, and
with 15 KM Yamaha it creates a super quick short reach unit. We
would not want to lose it along the way... My super efficient
positional light made up of little LED bulbs again does not work,
one of them probably broke and it affects the whole set.
In the evening we were watching an old Russian film "Gypsies are
found near heaven"" (Wacek also watched for the first 5 minutes,
then he fell asleep, but I could swear that he saw something there,
although it is rumored that dog eyes can’t see anything on the
screen...) The film itself is an ok movie, it shows the sugar-coated
life of gypsies, somewhere in the Balkan Mountains, but this music
Gypsy music is like spring water streaming straight to a hungry
soul. It’s like singing “Ave Maria" in a clear voice, to the
background of an orchestra concert ...The ease with which this
simple music comes to us and lights up the soul may mean that this
is the language left to us by God through which we should talk to
It is of no importance that for many it will seem primitive, it’s
probably the same people for whom a sunrise over a meadow overgrown
with red poppies will also seem such.
It’s of no importance that “experts" laugh at Laskowski, there was a
time when at campfires (also in Sopot) were sung all his songs.
Maybe in the simple and beautiful Laskowski’s gypsy music, in the
sight of a woman’s sensual dance, in the pastel colors of the
setting sun, in the laughing mouth of a kid, in the sailing-ship
under full sails..... And a bit of cooked bacon (I apologize, I
could not stop myself) there is a language through which we can talk
with our soul, speak with God.
Wed Dec 12 10:41:39 2007 UTC - 44
33.08 S - 59 13.93 W
quieted down a little, I should perhaps let down the staysail and
unravel half the mainsail, I will check the weather when I send
e-mails and then decide. It’s becoming colder, every few days I put
on another layer of clothing, yesterday on top of two sweatshirts I
put on a wool sweater which my mom made me before the trip. It
scratches a little – it’s wool - but polar sweatshirts don’t last
underneath, I had to take one of them off from under the sweater.
The sweater is indeed warm, we have before us two months of a close
connection, thanks mother.
Today we plan on elevating gretings in the steering room and getting
rid of the trash on the floor, a lot has accumulated over the course
of our cruise, mainly Wacek’s hair, and it would probably block the
outflow of water, if we lost one of the windows. One of the best
features of Luka is the central cockpit where the floor is above the
line of water and which has three great outflows, leading the water
to its place.
Tue Dec 11 16:58:03 2007 UTC - 44
15.38 S - 58 32.42 W
It looks like
the list of damages has filled up. We had a problem with the mast,
many problems with electronics, broken boom, messed up guidance
system, torn sails, mechanical troubles in many instances, and
yesterday we had a fire on yacht.
I was finishing the sewing of sails in the steering room, listening
to some book when suddenly I smelled burning isolation. I jumped
down, inside there was already a lot of smoke, I looked in the
kitchen to see if it was a pot on the stove, then I ran to the
engine room, but all looked ok there, and then I looked at the
distributive board, from which now black smoke was rising. I
switched off the main safety, but that did nothing. The back of the
distributive board with all connections is in our cabin built into a
mahogany box. Through a slit in the casing I saw where the fire was,
instead of unscrewing, I tore off the entire box with a solid jerk,
I seized some cushion and I crushed with it the red fire, it already
started to spread to the sides.
Now when it died down a little, I could look at it and I found the
cause; a red hot cable running from the wind generators, to the
already burnt ampmeter. I tore out the end of the cable running from
the accumulators and I put out the remainder of the fire. I did it
all automatically, almost without emotion, but when after the fire
only the stink remained, I thanked the chief that he didn’t allow it
to start at night, when I was sleeping ...
I could have not woken up, or what’s worse I could have woken up
half asphyxiated with smoke, the fire would have already burnt good,
dark, oh man, ok we will not think about it .... We have "Our Man"
upstairs, He watches over us ....
Since morning I started an inquiry, it turned out that the left
generator short circuited. The positive conduit running from
in the generator touches the bulk somewhere and ignited a fire
where it had greatest resistance, in the ampmeter.
I disconnected the left generator from the system, and I put in two,
30A fuses on line. Now we only have one generator, but if we didn’t
have two in the first place, we wouldn’t have any now.
After I took care of the generator, I put on the storm jacket, I
took some things, sat down under the mast and started to think about
how to pull down the staysail waving to us from up high with an open
In end I chose the already tried method "on lasso" .
A bit of soft nib bent in lasso secured on one end to running beside
halyard marching uphaul. To the second end of the nib I tied a thin
cable, so that at the right moment, when the open snap hook passes
through the circle of the nib, I could tighten the lasso.
I felt a little like I was fishing, I maneuvered the bait, and when
the "fish" put its head in the circle, I caught its muzzle and then
already quietly relieving and taking out the ends of the halyards I
pulled down the refugee. I immediately chucked overboard the faulty
snap hook and this time I tied the uphaul directly to the sail with
a solid knot, no fucking go-betweens ....
Mon Dec 10 11:45:25 2007 UTC - 45
1.39 S - 56 53.84 W
As before we
sew. Yesterday boys from Selma called; they got in front of us and
soon will enter the Magellan Strait, so we will not have a chance to
graze starboard on starboard. They intend to spend some time in the
Patagonia canals, super...
First through Magellan on the Pacific, then along the coast cut like
Swiss cheese, then south and again into a canal, on the way Ushuaia
and back to the Atlantic ocean ...
Interesting cruise, there’s seven of them, they drink and after
watch, beside an oil lamp, they tell marine tales ...
As for us we recently have wind in the eyes and the alcohol ran out.
There’s only one bottle of Whisky left, the last donated to us at
the coast of Kapshtad by Uncle Janek – may he live eternally - which
however has to last until Cape Horn, as a last line of defense on
"dragons" , if they appear...
Today I should finish sewing, tomorrow it should be a little
quieter, and I will take to pulling down the halyard of staysail
from which the snap hook dangles with arrogance at the second saling.
Of course there is no way I’m going on mast, I will have to do this
some other way...
Sun Dec 09 10:11:25 2007 UTC - 44
22.90 S - 56 11.19 W
Another day and
gale right in our eyes. The day before yesterday at night we sailed
more aggressively, sharply with a western 8, every few minutes we
would touch the tops of the waves with the bow, water flowed
incessantly from the deck. Normally I wouldn’t push Luka like that,
but we have to get closer to the coast, so it was harder than usual.
In the morning I found, growing larger with each minute, a tear on
the marching foresail.
Yesterday there was sewing, today there will be sewing, and tomorrow
there will be sewing...
What hurts me more than fingers pricked by needle is that the snap
hook of the halyard of staysail broke and the sail slid down. Well
at least it released when I was already dressed in the morning and
not at night.
I feel disappointment and I blame the makers of these expensive,
sparkling things. I will never put any above deck anymore, this is
already the second one that broke. I often attached the uphaul to
railing, when I threw down the jib, that’s why it was there.
Now I will have to somehow pull down the uphaul, but first it has to
calm down a little.. ..
Sat Dec 08 13:57:07 2007 UTC - 44
25.84 S - 55 54.22 W
All night we were going sharply west with a 7- 8. Since this morning
I was sewing the sails, also the " d.. .mn" snap hook of the halyard
of staysail snapped and it dangles under the saling ... I sewed the
marching jib, now I will be fixing the staysail for three days ...
Fri Dec 07 11:30:19 2007 UTC - 44
40.79 S - 54 59.10 W
Wacek is trembling even in his uniform, the little sailor is not
used to the cold, on his abdomen there’s no hair, he’s a true
On the other hand I feed him very well, we both eat more fatty food
Today the wind turned about 180*, in the meantime there was a few
hours of silence, so we did a general test of the new oil cooler, in
the transmission. We drove for an hour with a speed of marching 7
knots, the hoses were hot, but the discs in the transmission didn’t
slide, so it should be good.
After cleaning the bottom of the yacht what little hair I have left
was blue from the anti-growth paint, I helped myself with my head,
I had a choice to wash it, or shave it. The option to shave won and
now I regret it because my bald head is cold, I even have to sleep
in a hat...
Thu Dec 06 15:20:53 2007 UTC - 44
54.72 S - 53 39.12 W
Wind still blows from the west, still in our eyes, we do not move at
all, neither in the direction of Horn, or to the west. Shortly after
we turn, the wind turns 20* on lee and pushes us as if it was
amusing itself ... This is irritating, although I realize how absurd
it is to get mad at the wind ... We entered an area where about this
time of year there are strong western winds and we have to now get
nearer to the coast in order to get to Horn with a convenient half.
Tonight the wind will turn and will stay that way for twenty-four
hours. There will be no sleeping, we have to take advantage of each
friendly breath, otherwise if on this length we will descend lower,
we will have to not only sail around Cape Horn, but we will also
have 300 miles of gale right in the eyes, in order to get there..
From now on we will slow courses to the south and put in all we have
in western. Of course all within sensible limits, I do not intend to
force Luka and check what will break first. This option is only
reserved for fighting for our life. Today I’m in a bad mood, it’s an
old friend that always appears, when things do not work out how I
would want them to. We know “him” well, I have learned how to treat
him a long time ago and send him away from whence he came. I start
from the reason why he appeared. When I’m able to locate the reason,
half of the work is done.
Now I have to use the skill of manipulation and compromise. Subtly
“change direction”, resign from having a„post-dinner drink”, promise
improvement, get used to thinking that something in our life will
have to change... I have to get rid of or ignore the reason why our
monster opened its muzzle and groans in my ear.
When we suppress the cause, we suppress also the consequence ... Now
it will suffice already to briefly say "get the f… out."
Sometimes one can shut the muzzle of the little monster without
investigating the reason, by diving with him into our dreams, if
only they are sufficiently deep rooted.
In any case this fashioned from fear skunk tries to haunt each of us
from the moment, when as children, we are told it exists.
However, we shouldn’t run from him, because this is precisely how it
feeds, how it grows and then even louder whispers and tells us to
run away, especially from what we do not know.
It tries to chain us with a chain of fear to a narrow leaking boat,
while a new, great yacht is waiting nearby, but in order to get to
it we have to enter the water, let go of the leaking draft and swim
those few uncertain meters ....
Generally we should meet this little monster and learn to live with
him, just like we would live under one roof with a bad-tempered, a
little crazy sister and not pay attention to her incessant
chattering: " leave it, don't touch, you will not make it, it won’t
work, you’re too stupid.. ."
It’s necessary to accept „the poor one” such as she is – after all
it’s family ...
Wed Dec 05 10:35:19 2007 UTC - 44
21.08 S - 53 46.43 W
Wind again turned, it blows exactly from the direction in which we
sail. From the weather prognosis it turns out that it will change
direction only tomorrow evening. Since yesterday
evening we’re going sharply to the wind, in the morning we made a
turn and we sail now to the North West. In the morning I discovered
a drama overboard; a poor albatross caught the bait with the edge of
his wing. I thought about what I should do, in the end slowly
started to pull in the line, the albatross, of course, did not like
that, I let him rest a little, after a moment I started again
delicately pulling in the line. He was only a few meters from the
stern, when suddenly he jerked, pulled the hook and running on waves
flew away. I wonder if he will survive this hook ... I don’t think I
will use bait which lies on the surface and doesn’t sink anymore....
Tue Dec 04 12:14:41 2007 UTC - 44
22.41 S - 53 46.13 W
At night it
blew us away a little to the east, in the morning the wind
graciously turned and now we’re making up for the losses. In her
back part Luka has a flat bottom and there’s almost no bilge here,
which thermally isolates the inside of yacht. The floor of the mesa
is practically laid out on a flat surface and now we have a “cooling
system” in the floor...
The water has to be getting colder, because even though I have socks
and boots on, my feet freeze when I sit at the table. I wonder if I
should dig out the heavy wool socks and rubber boots I used in
Alaska. It was cold there, but we went out on deck only to work and
returned to a warm mesa.
If it will get to the point where I can’t stand it, we will gear up
the petroleum stove. I’m a little prejudiced when it comes to it
however, because when I first turned it on, something wasn’t right
with the valve regulating the petroleum, the stove started to heat
up, and heat up and heat up and heat up, finally it became red and
the petroleum leaked from the valve... Ghastly sight. Back then we
stood on “dry” in Port San Luis, a bulk of black smoke rose from the
chimney, Martin and friends thought that we were on fire, and
actually from a great fire divided us “only a hair”. Thank God, I
put an extra valve on the hose containing the petroleum, right at
the stove, and I quickly closed it.
The stove slowly stopped humming and crackling, the fire inside
died. Of course, I sent the faulty valve to the factory in Canada,
with great complaint, I never found out, however, what was the cause
of the incident. I received a new valve, apologies and a few
non-committal answers ... I will have to keep an eye on it...
Mon Dec 03 13:36:05 2007 UTC - 43
43.51 S - 53 29.87 W
We come against the wind in good direction, Luka directs herself
without the assistance from the autopilot, although it happened that
she made an unauthorized turn at night. I was awakened by an incline
to the “bad” side and a different motion of the yacht; we stood in a
I unblocked the roller, I turned on our athlete Perkins, I gave it
gas and after a moment we were again on course. I bent a little helm
on lee and I returned to a still warm bunk. Without an efficient
engine making the yacht go back on course would take considerably
longer ... I would have solidly wake up first, put on the storm
coat, safety girdle, go to the beak, loosen the front sails and wait
until the wind on mizzen-mast will turn the boat around, or
inverse, at least a half hour in any case... Yesterday I finished
working on the new oil cooler. I don’t believe in coincidences, but
as it turns out I found exactly all the indispensable parts. The
joint 1.5 inch which I never bought, because for what...
a reason I also transported a spare filter casing of the desalting
device, these things do not break down and there is no need to bring
them, and this rifling tube for the fumes temperature sensor, which
by mistake the ironworker installed in the "wrong” place, and which
existed as if exactly for the purpose to connect it to the outflow
of water from the new cooler.
It seems unbelievable,
but it looks like someone has foreseen this emergency and made sure
that we brought on the Luka all the indispensable parts to her
repair ...Or maybe I myself went back in time ... Hehe.
Einstein and other wise
men affirmed that time is the construction of mind, a relative
concept. They ascertained further that time is what space is between
objects, and if it’s not time which moves, only Luka moves in space
with a definite speed (recently slowly) , then it would be enough to
change the space between us and Ensenada, or speed with which we
sail, in order to lengthen or to abridge the time flow ... We don’t
know how to shorten the distance to Ensenada other than sail in her
direction, and our speed here is directed by the wind, so the last
Maybe when the
transmission broke "for the first time" we went through a fold
in time-space, which Einstein mentioned, and then I went back in
time, threw into the Luka the parts we were going to need, and now
when the transmission broke "for the second time" we had exactly
what we needed ...
This is however a little complicated ... Perhaps it will be simpler
to blame this whole affair on the protective shoulders of my
Sun Dec 02 13:30:15 2007 UTC - 42
22.93 S - 52 35.98 W
We moved on, it’s already summer on Horn, we are some 1000nm south
If the wind won’t blow right in our eyes, we should be in that
neighborhood in -+ 2 weeks.
I built a new oil cooler; I used for it the reserve casing of the
filter of the desalting device. Now I wonder how to extort the
revolution of sea water. I could install the reserve small pump of
fresh water, but it would quickly overheat. Ideally I could install
the cooler into the system of the engine salt water, presently
however I don’t see such possibility.
I have to sleep on it...
Sometimes we have spam from a can and crackers for supper, of course
Wacek gets his share.
Yesterday I took out a
can, put it on the table and went to the magazine for crackers.
Then the little bandit and as it turned out, thief, jumped on the
table, grabbed the can of spam and escaped with it, he went to the
fore cabin and hid together with the can under a folded sail.
Never letting it out from his mouth, he peeked every few moments
from behind the bag and looked to see what I was doing.
I was not decided whether
to punish the bandit, or go get the camera and take a picture of the
I brought the camera but when Wacek saw it, he let go of the can, he
apparently didn’t want any evidence of his deed, now he looks at me
It’s interesting to think
about how he intended to open the can heheh, was he planning to
steal the opener...?
Actually his snarl can be interpreted as the mutiny of the crew, and
the punishment for mutiny on deck, the punishment for robbing
crewmembers is either a beating with sticks, or pulling the thief
under the bottom ... I decided however that this time I will show
mercy to the thief and we ate the canned food together.
Sat Dec 01 12:20:55 2007 UTC - 41
0.30 S - 50 53.50 W
The weather is super, although this can be the opinion of a marine
hobo who is not in a hurry, especially since over the horizon there
is a „broad ditch to jump”. It blows a charming 4, the sun tries to
get through the milky coating of clouds and sometimes looks in on us
with warm brightness.
I scratched my arms a
little with the shells, when I was cleaning the bottom of the yacht,
especially the left one, when I held onto the cables and the top of
that hand was rubbing about the still overgrown place on the trunk.
The blue anti-growth paint rubbed into my skin and into the
scratches, and it now looks like a macabre tatoo, I hope that it
will finally wash clean. Today we plan to make a new warmth
exchanger which let's hope will be enough to cool oil in the
transmission, the one I made previously takes in warmth too slowly.
If the cooler will come out as planned, we will get rid of the last
Marty from Port San Luis - Big Thank You