Bound for Brazil
Wandering Dream
Steve Litson
Tue 26 Jan 2016 11:04
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We Sail,
The miles slip under our bow.
During the day we are the albatross wing,
skimming over the waves.
At night the whale’s shadow,
Gliding over sea mounts and hidden valleys.
From St Helena;
That Zulu King and Napoleonic jail,
Where four thousand friendly souls spend their cheerful lives,
and fairy tern and tropic bird plummet with monsters of the deep to blue
and sun pierced depths.
Then to Salvador, Brazil, the World Heritage slave town of old.
A Thought from Theo
Starting our second leg of the voyage to
Brazil, I’ve had time to reflect on the new experience of long distance sailing.
It’s all been very amicable on board so far so I thought I would spice things up
by insulting the rest of the crew in my thoughts on long distance sailing below:
The Retirement Home on the Sea
It's peculiar life on board a boat like
this. I can see why dad likes it, you're so cut off from the world that you only
really need to worry about the essentials (Have I eaten enough? Have I drunk
enough water? Are we still heading in the right direction?). To me it kind of
feels like how imagine being retired will be - sleeping a lot, reading a lot and
eating a lot of tinned food - except on the sea. Although, the rest of the crew
are 60+ years old and retired, so that maybe very different on other crossings.
I’m enjoying the pseudo-retired lifestyle and if this is what it’s like, I’m
sure, when this trips over, I’ll be counting down the days until I can retire
for real... By my reckoning, I’ve only got about another 12000 days of work left
to go!
A quiet and warm night with a couple of showers.
Miles travelled in the last 24 hours: 127
Miles to go: 1790 miles
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