St. Helena to French Guiana - Days 3-5

on the way to fr. guiana
on the way to fr. guiana

Day 3  

Miles to go: 2,933 nm (under 3,000 nm already)

2 flying fish

A much better night watch...no rain and the seas have begun to calm. No moon and no stars make for a claustrophobic watch. The only light in the sky was the tricolor on the masthead. The dark closes in on you when there's no horizon for reference. It's like a fast ride in the dark at an amusement park when you lose all sense of space and direction.

There is a new screechy- squeak that we hear from time to time below that's akin to fingernails scraping on a chalkboard. It's hard to ferret out exactly where it's coming from, but we think it's the staysail fair lead block. There's still lots of dust and dirt from Luderitz responsible for several annoying noises aboard. We plan to investigate further today as it drove both of us nuts during our sleep time.

We're planning on 30 days to reach French Guiana. A long passage for sure, but much shorter than heading up to the States like last time. We're making good time now, but once in the doldrums crossing the equator, it'll be slow, slow going. David checked out the location of the ITCZ which migrates north and south with the seasons. Hopefully, we'll cross into the northern hemisphere at its narrowest point.

On his morning deck tour, David discovered two fat flying fish in the scuppers...the first two of the passage. We think we attracted more night sea critters when we used bow and stern nav lights at night instead of the tricolor on the mast. Our all-time record was about 23 one morning on this same passage in 2007. We'll have to go some to beat that record.

Day 4

Miles to go: 2,817

A nondescript night watch. We're getting into the sched now...sleeping when we should, and awake the rest of the time. It always takes 3-4 days for our bodies to adjust, and then remarkably, they do. Some folks imagine that night watches are really difficult, but in actuality, after a few days, it's pretty easy. It's a time for thought and contemplation. Don't get me wrong though...a full night's sleep next to my captain trumps night watch any day.

An odd sunrise this morning. I actually saw the "crack" of dawn. The sky was still thick with night and a thin slit, bright and dazzling, appeared just above the horizon. Literally, dawn knife-edged its way through a crack in the sky. A few minutes later, thin shards of radiant sunlight pierced through charcoal-grey clouds and reflected off the ocean's surface. It was stunning. You had to see it to get the full experience. I took pics and I'll share whenever we get to the land of Internet again.

David's new prop generator is really earning its keep. We haven't had to start the engine since leaving St. Helena and we've been running the watermaker for a couple of hours each day plus all the nav instruments plus the computers and iPads and we still have power left over and it's  shunting into the hot water heater. Pretty amazing. David reminds me that I initially pooh-poohed the idea. Was that me? Hmm...my memory is really bad these days. No matter. I'm already adding up diesel fuel credits and applying them  towards inland travel excursions when we get to the Guianas. Mama didn't raise no fool!

One beat-up, worse for the wear, flying fish on deck this morning. Total flying fish this passage - 3

flying fish
flying fish

Day 5

Miles to go: 2,704 This was the kind of starry, starry night Van Gogh envisioned when he painted. The sky was clear and solid black. No moon vied for attention. It was all stars...millions and millions of them. Some bright and twinkling, some in clusters, some dim and barely visible. The sky was jam packed full of stars and it was mesmerizing. I picked out Orion's belt and sword immediately as he shone in the east, following our track.

For a change, David turned on the regular running lights instead of the masthead tricolor to see if we'd attract more flying fish during the night, but we didn't. One flying fish crashed onto the deck about 0200 and almost found his way into the cockpit. What a ruckus he made while I was so intent on stargazing. He really startled me. I took pity on him floundering about and tossed him back to Neptune. That's 4 flying fish total this passage.

We haven't touched the sails since we left St. Helena, but the wind has backed to the east and we needed to re-rig the pole on the starboard side. David was ready to go at the turn of the 0600 watch. I was still thick with sleep as he hauled in the foresails. We maneuvered the pole across and got it rigged in record time. David went to bed and I finally woke up to welcome an absolutely gorgeous day...all sunshine, blue sky, and fine breezes.

Time change. Changing the clocks during passage is a totally arbitrary thing. We tell time by the  rising and setting of the sun. The day of the week is totally irrelevant. It's been very dark at 0600 as we've moved farther west. We need to pick up three hours somewhere en route and thought we'd start today. It's easier to handle an hour at a time. We had a hard time figuring out what time zone we were in to gain one hour. Our iPads don't use GMT +/- xx hours, but rather depend upon location-specific time zones. I guess Apple figures most users know what city they're in. We're in the Praia, Cape Verde time zone, by the way.

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Crossing the Indian Ocean - Cocos to Rodrigues Days 4-6

days 4-6

days 4-6

Day 4 Miles run last 24 hours: 158

Miles to go: 1539

A very boisterous night led into an even more boisterous day, though everything seems easier to handle in the daytime. Squalls and heavy rains alternated with calm during the night. Today, bright sunshine. The winds have been consistently in the high 20s- mid 30s with gusts to 40 knots and the ride quite uncomfortable. There is no comfortable spot for the on-watch person below when the weather is nasty and we're on a port tack. These are the times a pilot house would be nice.

The seas are confused and a bit angry, whipped into a foamy 15'+ (4-5m) frenzy ...every third or fourth one that crashes by is guaranteed to douse the cockpit crew. I lick my lips and taste the salt. My sunglasses are encrusted with white salt spray. The scattered-cloud, blue sky is deceptive because just looking at it, you'd expect a fine day. The high altitude mare's tails are telling the story of a front coming through. Our weather forecasts underestimated the winds. It's like being on the carnival ride from hell ...but you can't get off ... Or perhaps it's more like those mechanical bulls at Western bars? We've triple-reefed the main with a reefed staysail and a handkerchief of a jib out and we're still moving along at 7-8 knots. Not much weather helm, but not a comfy ride either. At least we're making good distance and speed...some of it in the right direction.

The stove gimbal broke this morning just as we were heating water for our morning cuppas. Bummer! It looks as if the bolt holding the gimbal came loose, but there's no fixing it in these seas. We'll wait for some calm or perhaps heave-to later, so David can evaluate and hopefully repair it. In the meantime, it's secured.

Moving anywhere on deck or below is a challenge. It's hard to maintain your balance. I put off going to the head as long as possible. Note to self ...drink  less tea! Cooking is always an interesting exercise in conditions like this, especially with the broken gimbal. Sandwiches and leftover cole slaw are the menu offerings today. We'll survive. Winds forecast to continue like this through the night and lessening tomorrow. We can only hope.

Deck count: 0 on deck, however one fairly large flying fish in the reefed mainsail

Day 5 Miles run last 24 hours:  163

Miles to go:  1379

As advertised, the winds calmed to the low 20s during the night. The seas became more sailor-friendly...no wave crests blowing into our faces, no breakers crashing into the cockpit. The ride is more comfortable and the crew is predictably happier. The stove gimbal still needs attention and there are innumerable salt-water-sodden towels, t- shirts, shorts and sweatshirts in various heaps in the saloon, but the day dawned blue-sky lovely with no ominous clouds on the horizon and we're 163 miles closer to Rodrigues.

Mail call was good today with emails from my sister, our niece (and blog master), Gentry, our son, Brad, and Miks, a faithful high school chum who's the absolute best at keeping in touch while we're at sea. David usually sends and picks up mail during the night (best propagation time for our current location) and we read them together when he gets up from his off-watch at 0900. Funny, what an important ritual this becomes when we're at sea. I imagine Joshua Slocum would not have relied as much on his imaginary friend, the pilot of the Pinta, if he'd had SailMail!

Later in the day, David did, indeed, manage to repair the gimbal on the stove which makes my work in the galley a tad easier. The process involved cutting off a bolt to shorten it, lifting the stove (80 lbs /35 kg) out of its enclosure, disassembling the side that needed the bolt replaced, replacing the bolt, reassembly, lifting the stove back up and aligning the bolts to fit back into the gimbal slots. All while we were rocking and rolling. Nothing's ever easy on a boat.

Deck count: 4 flying fish

Day 6 Miles run last 24 hours: 139             

Miles to go: 1240

As we dip back south to the higher latitudes, it's cooler and less humid. In the Cocos we were 12 degrees south of the equator. Rodrigues is almost 20 degrees south...still in the tropics, but slightly lower temps and drier. I haven't given up my bare feet, shorts and t-shirt, but I do rely on a sweatshirt and a light blanket to be comfy for night watches.

Being in shorts and t-shirts kind of highlights cuts and bruises on our bodies. Part of this morning's conversation revolved around comparing various black and blue marks and healing cuts. We rarely remember how they were sustained, but we both look banged-up after a long passage. I had many more bruises...David won in the cuts category. Who says conversations aboard Nine of Cups aren't lively and engaging?

The winds and seas calmed significantly during the night ... 10-12 knot winds, 3-5' seas (1-2m). We're moving along in the 5s now which seems like a snail's pace, but we still managed 139 miles to the good for our last 24-hour period, so we're on schedule to arrive in another 9 days ...maybe less. Depends what Neptune has in store for us for the next week.

Deck count:  3 flying fish Note: Flying fish are edible. Some folks like them. Others do not. David pan-fried a bunch one time to try. We are in "others do not" category.

Continue with us on our Indian Ocean crossing.