Day 1 (Atlantic Voyage)
Today we set off on our voyage across the Atlantic, boat fully stocked with food and water, and the crew eager for the 2,800 miles of open water between us and the Caribbean.
Much of the crew met each other for the first time last night and over a beer we talked about our various levels of seafaring experience. Whilst Merelita and Marcel have crossed the Atlantic so many times that it is practically their commute, for four of us it is our maiden crossing. Digger, meanwhile, has never actually been on a boat; though he does claim that a rather hairy channel crossing on the P&O when he was eleven really “taught him a thing or two”.
After breakfast this morning we set off, quickly going through all of the important protocol that must be taken before a long trip; things like learning where the life rafts are and making sure that everyone on social media knows that you are about to do something cool.
We left the picturesque, industrial oil rigs of Las Palmas in a murky haze behind us and headed out into a fairly uncomfortable swell. With little wind to fill the sails, we’ve spent much of the day being tossed around like the unfortunate wife of an abusive judo champion. Digger took a seasickness tablet that might as well have been a temazepam as it knocked him striaght out and he has so far slept for 90% or the journey. Perhaps this was a technique developed on a certain P&O ferry…
Onboard doctor, Geoff, is wearing a t-shirt today that can only be described as a protest t-shirt directed at his former employers – the NHS. It reads, “born to sail, forced to work”. I imagine that if Marcel, who has spent almost his entire life on a boat, was to wear a similar t-shirt it would read, “born sailing, still sailing.” And Digger, well, it would probably read, “what’s sailing?”
Signing out now, off to get thrown around in bed like the unfortunate wife I mentioned earlier (by the sea.. not Digger)
Brook (Blog originally published on http://raptureatlantic.tumblr.com/)