few highlights of our journey (and not the end)
- ALLO, HELLO DOCTOR ... : a nasty sinusitis elongated nails me in a booth, unable to do anything. Contact by mail (thank you Roberto and his experimental radio that transmits and receives e-mails even in the middle of the ocean) with CIRM, a medical surveillance for mariners at sea (business or pleasure). Response within ½ h following with specific prescription and go to 12 H for action. But bad luck followed me on board because the antibiotic has been expired for six months, our pharmacy has been almost 2 years. In my desperation, I try to take it anyway but to no avail. Re-mail the day before medical doctor who confirmed what we thought, he must go to the other format available on board, namely the format "pediatric". And here I am sucking pipettes full of Augmentin. Rather disgusting but much more efficient and this will allow me to take up our landfall.
- STORM WITH G. CLOONEY: when, last night, where it is hoped that nothing will happen as we start to be exhausted and it is now so close, I try to pass the time (while Roberto dozing off), sitting at the shelter before the chart table by various simulations of the type: the GPS indicates a distance of 50 miles to destination, speed Current boat 6 knots, if we maintain a constant speed, what time should we arrive? mais si le vent faiblit et qu'on descend à 4 nœuds quand on arrive à 15 miles de la côte, qu'en est-il alors ? Ces calculs sont complètement inutiles mais me tiennent éveillée. Je suis donc tranquillement perdue dans mes règles de 3, quand je sens dehors le vent forcir et le bateau qui accentue sa gîte. Je sors une tête dehors et je vois devant nous de gros nuages noirs bien menaçants. La pluie commence à tomber drue et réveille bien entendu Roberto. Les instruments de contrôle commencent à s'emballer et donnent plus de 30 nœuds de vent. Une rafale force encore davantage le bateau dans sa gîte. Et si cela finissait par déchirer une voile, arracher un hauban…. Je revois alors le film "The Perfect Storm" with G. Clooney in the role of a sea captain caught in the storm of the century, and my fears are only amplified. Roberto (my George Clooney to me) is standing now. Or fatigue accumulated during the previous 16 nights of sleep chopped, or white, had the better of him or the situation is under control because it displays a certain serenity. Course I opt for the 2 nd solution. The grain seems like an eternity and yet gradually cleared the horizon and the boat is recovering gradually. Back to normal, I share the anxieties that haunted me at the height of the grain. He smiles, no fear for him, our Sun Legend is up to his reputation, he has held perfectly, even subjected to the test. And then, the grain offered only benefits: the rain has washed the boat salt and sand, the wind blows improve our average speed and still further away may end up without fuel. Frankly, a little grain, just 30 knots of wind, lost in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, now that I think it's really not rocket science, is not it George!
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