While watching moana 2 which is a bit worse than the first movie, the vampire woman says something in the terms of “there is always a way!”.
Even though it seamed we where stranded with thick rainforests on one side and rough sea’s on the other…
The winds turned from north to south and we where on our way again! There was just one obstacle to overcome now… And it was worse than storms and Patagonian wetlands.
A task so impossible it would stretch my psyche to its limits, and that was writing my first logbook entry.
Yesterday was a day to recharge and do as little as possible.
Only having to get the anchors of of each other after the twisting of the boat the last few days.
And being inside doing whatever the path of least resistance was. Jet tells us about someone having putt salt in her coffee machine a few years ago. Afraid of getting pranked by someone that might have gotten a bit too inspired by her story, we all moved carefully the rest of the day.
The winds were less than before but still not as nice as we wanted it. And the day was filled with good food and a few beers in the evening.
As you might imagine there was not much of importance that happened. But the rhythm of small tasks where intact filling the day with turning vegetables, setting the tables and washing dishes.
I wake up to coffee at seven o’clock in the morning, and a small discussion about the weather conditions and plans for the day. It is decided that we will leave! Engines turned on, and all of us on post.
We begin doing our tasks to ensure a fast escape from the alcove we have become far too familiar with.
We get the two anchors up and pull the dinghy which is filled to the brim with rainwater, out of the sea.
And of we go!
Smoothly we go back to our watch system. With six hours off then on again, preparing to move non-stop the next days.
Wind in our neck, and a cold rain soaking us from our socks till the sockets of our eyes. All of us looking like sad wet puppies left in the rain.
I get the honour of warming some rests from yesterday’s dinner in the oven for lunch, which also gives me the chance to escape the weather. After eating a bit too much i’m freed from my shackles and lay down for a bit to rest.
Gijs is teaching Tooske how to update the maps, and write these updates on the charts.
I don’t get the chance to learn it today, sadly, but might do it tomorrow as the updates for the maps over Greenland only are in Danish.
Which i hopefully understand enough off to be of any help.
After a colourful dinner and a few hours of different tasks. I steer the boat in the rain for a bit, before beginning this impervious task. And when I for a second join Jet at the aft to get away from this logbook entry, I see its clear again and the moon beautifully lights up the hilly landscape and calm waters.
Tonight we arrive at Puerto Edén on the north coast of wellington island.
A little hamlet made up of the earlier nomadic Kawésqar people who were seafaring and lived in canoes!
now mostly crab fishers and with only a few hundred of them left.
We might explore a bit of its colibri and flower filled surroundings as well. But wont stay for too long.
That’s all.
Thor
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