We don’t
have a whole lot to report since our last post. The wind has been low,
generally 5-10 knots, so we have alternately motored, sailed, and motor-sailed.
We have 3ish days to go before this, the longest leg of our crossing, is
finished and we can hear the song of the Azorean sirens and enjoy their
delicious steaks and wines.
A brief
round up of happenings on board: Tatjana and Simon sent a message in a bottle
of Chilean Chardonnay (sans Chardonnay, with hand-written message). We’ve seen
a ton of porpoises playfully jumping around the bow and I can assure you they
are cute little buggers. Soft shackles (shackles made of line) fabricated on
the premises by Will and Simon are now holding the gennaker to the boat with utmost
aplomb. The food has been great, but…
Actually,
we do have some very, very grave news of the utmost importance that is worrying
us to the point of severe stomach ulcers … we HAVE RUN OUT OF GARLIC!!!!! This
is a huge problem as garlic is the basis of all of our meals. With the garlic
gone, it won’t be long before we turn on each other and the entire trip turns
into a Darwinian experiment of epic proportions, a la reality TV shows
involving catalogue models on desert islands eating bowls of worms in their
quest for B-movie fame. May the great Poseidon show mercy on us and send an
enormous garlic fish to our fallow fishhooks.
That’s all
folks!!
Photo
caption: Simon’s creation: vegan meat sandwiches with celery french fries,
homemade humus and freshly baked, wholemeal rolls. Nothing like your mamma used
to make. But finger-lickin’ good nonetheless.
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