Around 8:00 our time the sky closed to the NW and turned dark blue and grey and the wind increased in speed to a fine gale force and the waves got larger with their crests tumbling and breaking into spindrift, rushing past the ship.
Just on the edge and just before feeling threatened, so it was a great joy to be on the helm or stand on deck and to see and feel the ship being pushed and driven by these great forces of mother ocean.
Xtine happily enjoying the rush of Adrenalin while helming the black lady down hill as if skiing down the Alps; Abi was not really expecting to see mountains out here, I had 3 xtra large salt water showers this morning on deck while Gilson was humbly humming his favorite Daime songs from Brazil- every single one of us was kind of smiling – Just great if nothing goes wrong…..
Shortly after lunch the dark skies had caught up with us and it started to rain heavily and the wind stopped as we were right on the border line, where a strong Northwesterly meets a strong Southwesterly – the sea as if intoxicated performing a dance of sudden madness – Heraclitus being tossed around on a vast confused ocean. We tightened all lines and sheets to stop the fore and mainsail from banging and shaking and jerking around – now hove 2.
The daily ships meeting at 13:00 in command room was a bit special, at least for me as I could announce an unusually impressive days run, that means the distance sailed in the past 24 hours.
We had traveled from 38.16,9’N/63.41,4W at noon on June 30th to the position 39.00,3N/59.48,6W within 24 hours – a brilliant 186 nautical miles – I believe we broke a record there, our own but still a record!
Our diesel stove has an attitude in rough conditions too and started to burn a little hell fire in the afternoon and then smoked out the interior and made us cough and the alarms go off while the outside world had turned wet and cold.
Later around 19:00 the seas had calmed enough and the wind returned from SW and we sailed again with solid determination towards Azores accompanied by interludes of strong gusts and heavy rain.
Since 4:00 this night the wind has dropped and shifted to W and NW and now NE, so we are hove 2 again, drifting with no one on the helm – today is grey, but still we are magically moving with 3.9 knots in 112 degrees – we are doing something right….
Now while waiting for a change in weather, we are cleaning everywhere, scooping up water from under the Synesthesia floor, trying to find the right station to listen to Brazil against Holland, cope with each others presence while in idle, drink Mate, hot chocolate or coffee or tea and get used to the new rhythm of the cold