Day 4
If you think we are doing we are doing short day distances, it is true. We cruise along the
coast against a stubborn wind straight in the nose. This makes the distance through the
water about 30% longer. Fun? Nah.
We're spoiled with having the wind at our backs, so we
hope this state will soon be over. Would be enogh for the wind to turn a bit more on ESE and
we would have a nice half wind. Yes please.
Showing posts with label Uruguay. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Lat S 34 55 / long W 054 09
Day 3
- "Tonight it's najs to be a sailor," a deck-hand once said. The year was
1974, we were sitting on the poop deck of the Swedish Orient Line's m/s Trane Country.
We had no air conditioning on board so the poop was a popular gathering place after dinner.
It was a wonderful evening with the moon lighting up
the sea, we were on our way to Piraeus in Greece. The sea was kindly
and gave us a slight cool breeze.
Last night I thought about that sentence. I rediscovered the feeling
and it was very najs to be a sailor.
- "Tonight it's najs to be a sailor," a deck-hand once said. The year was
1974, we were sitting on the poop deck of the Swedish Orient Line's m/s Trane Country.
We had no air conditioning on board so the poop was a popular gathering place after dinner.
It was a wonderful evening with the moon lighting up
the sea, we were on our way to Piraeus in Greece. The sea was kindly
and gave us a slight cool breeze.
Last night I thought about that sentence. I rediscovered the feeling
and it was very najs to be a sailor.
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Atlantic,
Hunter HC 50,
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Uruguay
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