I know a man who knew a man who ate an elephant! Or so the story goes. The way he did it was a little bit at a time and he had his life to do it.
Now off the coast of Portugal, I have a hundred days to eat my elephant – after that I run out of food – I cannot imagine what Robin Knox Johnson was like after almost 310 days at sea when he completed the first Golden Globe solo in 1968….
I would not admit it at first, but I was seasick, in a heap, cold and miserable the first night and really struggled. However I have learned to manage it – “emotional intelligence” they call it - and am now happily completely over it. Perhaps it was just a pent-up consequence of last week, who knows.
We made up for it with some glorious sailing down the coast of Portugal today. The joy, excitement and positives the race start emoted from the French community was amazing and a delightful escape in these days of terrorism threats, economic challenges, and did I mention the Hilary and Donald show?
Back on board, no moon has surfaced. Its black outside. Wind speed is 17.8 knots and we’re doing 13.6 knots almost fully upwind on target to clear the TSS Zone off Lisbon, 60 miles south. My big worry is collision, I have four ships on the AIS within 5 miles but it’s the rogue unmarked vessels and odd fishing boats that scare me – also you simply never know what you might hit – the chances are lesser on the deep ocean so I cannot wait to get out there.
Most of the rest of the fleet have opted to go further west out to sea – and they are a bit faster. My hope is to make as much direct southing first and within another 250 miles to pick up the first North Easterly Trade winds before the others and catch up a little – not much to loose at this point, so worth a try.!