Showing posts with label Daily life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daily life. Show all posts

Monday, 23 December 2013

The glamorous life style: Spoiler Alert


    I may be about to ruin the romance of sailing for some of you. The next few paragraphs might shatter the picturesque illusion of what it looks like to sail across an ocean. These are the things that no one tells you and no one talks about. So forgive me.     

    After about a day on the sea you quickly forget any notion of sailing being an elegant and glamorous lifestyle. Contrary to what you might believe, sailing across the ocean is no holiday. It took us 28 long and often perilous days on the open wilderness of the sea to get to the Caribbean and it will take 24 hours to fly home. There must be some logic sailors are missing…  

     For most of the voyage you are doing everything on a 30 degree angle. And this angle keeps shifting from right to left. Opening the cupboards is basically a safety hazard. As soon as you open a cupboard all the contents begin to spill out or violently fly across the room depending on how badly the boat is rocking. When you sleep you can hear everything in the boat bang from one side to other as you roll in the waves. Earplugs are a must.  

Here's a little video we took to give you an idea of how the boat rocks. Note how much Darv's body moves back and forth. Also note the spoon flying across the table at one point!    


     When you walk across the room you are constantly bracing yourself with one hand holding onto something solid. We like to play a game where you try and walk as far as you can without falling or holding onto anything. An average score is about 10 steps.

     Cooking on a rocking sailboat is a challenge. Thank goodness for gimbaled stoves! When we plate dinner we usually end up taping the plates to the counter top. We learned this trick the hard way after all of our bowls of chicken went flying across the room. 



Darv roped in while cooking 

     You have to deal with tight living quarters with very little privacy. If you are a person who requires a lot of privacy you will have to buy a very big boat! For most of the trip I slept right on the kitchen table settee. The trick to sleeping is to wedge yourself into the smallest space you can find, and then sleep there. This helps to prevent you from rolling around.

Asleep in the galley. Note earplugs 

Me washing some clothes in a bowl 

     I don’t want to go into too much detail about luxurious bathrooms and toilets on sail boats. But just imagine if your bathroom at home was on a 30-degree angle and rocking back and forth. If you picture this, which I’m not encouraging, you might see how this causes some, umm, difficulty.  

     We have a shower on board, but it’s filled with provisions. Showers on long passages take up way too much fresh water. A sailor’s shower looks like baby wipes and a water bottle. 

Mom and I after the 'Argo Spa'. Aka washing your hair 

     Finally there are the night watches. It can be dark, cold and raining outside but you still have to wake up at 2:00am. On our boat we did six-hour watches with two people on each watch. That meant you tried to sleep on deck for 3 hours and the other 3 you were on duty. After about a week your body adjusts to the alteration of your sleep pattern.  

Friday, 20 December 2013

Dear Trade Winds, where are you?


     When you leave on a long voyage you only have a weather forecast for about the first week and then you’re stuck with whatever Mother Nature wants to throw your way. The route from the Canary Islands to the Caribbean follows the North East Trade Winds. These are constant steady winds that blow from the northeast and make for smooth but fast sailing.

     Well, this year the trade winds forgot what their job was. Week two brought very confused seas. We either had no wind, squalls with huge gusts and rain or lots of wind coming from the wrong direction. Our progress towards our destination slowed down to a halt. It was a constant battle with the wind. We would put up the sails and the wind would die. Then you take down the sails and turn on the engine just to get more wind in an hour. We were adrift on the ocean for a few days as we were trying to conserve our diesel. We spent a good amount of time each day complaining about how we were getting weather that according to the “trade winds” was non existent. Each day without wind we could tack on another day to our voyage. And the days were adding up. We began to joke that sailing had become prison with a chance of drowning.    

One of the many flying fish that landed aboard 

Dad working his magic with our wind vane "Wallie" 

Typical lunch on the sea 

Rainbows after the storm 

Calm seas make me happy 

Darv steering in a squall. Pouring rain. 40k winds. He's a trouper 

And so it began


     Day one we set off from Lanzarote with nearly 3000 nautical miles ahead of us, full of excitement and a bit of that “what the heck am I getting myself into” attitude. It was very windy as we left the harbour that afternoon. Everything was going great for about five minutes until we made an accidental jibe and ripped our main sail before we even passed the official starting line. The good news is that for a downwind sailing trip your main sail is not very important. So we hoisted up the Storm Tri sail, which is almost the same as a double reefed main sail and we were ready to take on the Atlantic. 


Leaving port in Lanzarote 


Our first night out dolphins came to greet us 

Our first night on the sea 

     The first week we had good strong winds and we were making good on our course. Darv devised a rope ladder so that he could jump of the boat and swim in the water. Pods of dolphins would often swim and play around the boat and Darv would jump into the water and try and capture them on video. I was a little apprehensive to jump into the ocean and let the boat drag me along but in the end I jumped in too. I have never seen such perfectly clear inky blue water! It was gorgeous, although for the most part I didn’t see any fish when I snorkelled in the middle of the ocean. 

Darv exploring some floating debry out at sea 

The first week, when we still had fresh fruit

The first fish! 

Darv getting dragged 

Snorkelling in the middle of the ocean 

Not letting him go!  


     Mom and I had even made as any pre made dinners as would keep in our fridge, so we didn’t even have to try cooking on a 30-degree angle yet. The moon was full and at night it looked like a great spotlight guiding our way. For the most part the sun was shinning and the crew of Argo was in good spirits. After all why wouldn’t we be, it was only the first week …

Happy sailing wife 

Checking for boats probably! 

That's some serious rigging. Wing on wing action 

A true sailor 

Fresh poke! Nothin' betta 

The spinnaker is full and beautiful