Trans-Atlantic Day 18
Yes, we are still at sea.
We were at position 15’29.755 N, 55’30.296′ W at 8:30 am UTC.
I have just over 319 nm to go before I can have a pee with out looking like I am drunk.
The winds gradually picked up during the day, reaching a crescendo in the night.
They have calmed a bit this morning, but it has left the seas stirred up.
I was thinking last night how best to describe a rough sea at night.
Of course, in the dark, you rely more on your senses and imagination.
I will try and put you in my place:
Imagine you have rented a beautiful rustic cottage on the beach.
Just set back from the water in a little forest of beech trees.
After a long hot day, the night winds kick in, just as you are going to bed.
You open up the windows, to let in the night air, and curl up under the covers of your little bunk.
You can hear the waves ‘breathing a deep sigh’ and then crash onto the beach, with tumbling white water, over and over again.
You hear the rustle of the beech leaves in the trees as the winds pass by the cottage in gusts.
You are relaxed into a lull of peace and one with nature.
THEN SUDDENLY, SOME GIANT FORCE PICKS UP YOU COTTAGE AND DROPS IT ON A FLOATING RAFT AT SEA
As your floating cottage rides up and over the ocean waves you are still trapped in you bed!
All the furniture, including the bed you are on, are now throw first to one side of the room, crashing against the wall, then the other.
Pictures and books throw themselves at you from the walls.
Between the crashes you can hear the wooden boards that make up the floor, ceilings and walls creaking and contorting with the constant movement.
Maybe I am over exaggerating, just a little.
Didn’t scare you did I?
Tee, hee, hee.
