TEAM RUSSIA LEG ONE DAY 18 QFB: received 28.10.08 2136 GMT
Sunday, November 2nd, 2008Well our bus to Cape Town has arrived, and really they could have spent a bit more money on the paint job. How about light yellow, or a nice grassy shade of green? Out here in the bus they have sent for us, everything has turned grey. The sky, the sea, the supposedly green water that comes rolling down the deck, even some of the beards on my fellow passengers are grey.
So in this big world of nothingness we are now blasting along relentlessly. The spray helmets are out, everybody above deck is clipped on, and below decks we are desperately trying to hang on in our bunks whilst going through our lists of relaxation tricks to get some sleep in. ‘Your left arm is heavy, your right arm is heavy, you feel relaxed and sleepy’. Yeah right, I am hanging on for dear life down here and the only way I am going to get some sleep is by being completely exhausted!
Being upstairs means getting the full wash down every couple of minutes, but it is way better than being downstairs. The crashing, banging, squeaking of the rudders, the roaring of the water over deck and the rushing of the water along the hull are just insane, and it is only when you put some music on your iPod that you can escape from this world of violence. Snow patrol is my companion these days and listening to their music is the only way for me to focus on the latest weather files.
The weather files, well they definitely are showing a lot of red and brown arrows. Red means 25-35 knots, which means awesome sailing but handle with care and slightly increased stress levels. Brown means 40 knots and has all alarms going off. We don’t want to go there! Stay in the red stupid, much faster.
Actually, at the moment, we are still in the land of milk and honey. The north-west winds ahead of the cold front that is chasing us are still relatively warm. There are some squalls, but they are manageable and, most important, the wave-state still allows us to be fast. Once the front passes us, we really are going to feel the chill of the Antarctic, as the south-west winds tomorrow are coming straight from Penguin land. The worst thing is going to be the confused sea state and the nasty squalls. Been there, done that, my woollen hat is ready to go.
With this Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads Guillermo (Altadill), Stig (Westergaard) and their watches are squeezing every tenth of a knot out of the boat. On the grinder trimming the spinnaker I am constantly reminded that boat speed is all that matters now. If I am not downstairs looking at strategy, the guys know something is up.
So, there you go, we are being chased by the cold breath of the south, and we have no intention to wait for it. Run Forrest, run!
Back on deck in a sec, Wouter out.
Wouter Verbraak - navigator