Tough Night and Spa Emerald

Emerald
Voller Energy / Mark Tilley
Tue 4 Dec 2007 07:05

 

 


 


From: Mark Tilley [mailto:emerald {CHANGE TO AT} mailasail {DOT} com]
Sent: 01 December 2007 14:06
To: Blog (emerald+diary-181568 {CHANGE TO AT} mailasail {DOT} com)
Cc: 'Stephen Voller'; 'ralph {CHANGE TO AT} voller {DOT} com'
Subject: Tough Night and Spa Emerald

 

Blog 6 – Saturday 1st December 2007

 

Tough Night and Spa Emerald

 

We’re all a little bit jaded today as we ran into squall after squall last night. All the boys were on deck at one point trying to get as much sail down as possible while being thrown from one side of the boat to the other. Then just to add insult to injury (none serious thankfully) it decided to bucket it down with rain. Oh lovely. When you weren’t on watch trying not to be swept overboard you spent the whole night being thrown from one side of your bunk to the other. I felt like a ping pong ball between my holdall, which lives next to me in my bunk, and the lee cloth with holds me in on the other side. So needless to say we are all a bit sleepy today. Thankfully the boat made it through with no damage though I hear this morning that some of our fellow ARC crews weren’t so lucky.

 

One thing that happened during the night which made us all chuckle. In the small hours Mark was down below making a cup of tea when from up above he heard a loud schlep and George exclaim ‘what the hell…’ It turns out that George had had a run in with a flying fish that thought it might be good fun to hurl itself at the back of his head. It flapped around a while on deck while Mark saw the funny side and captured the moment on camera then it headed back off into the ocean.

 

This morning Becci and I decided that after a week of not being able to shower we were completely sick of ‘boat hair’ and drastic measures would have to be taken. Two appointments were made with Chez Emerald and we headed off up top with two buckets, two harnesses, an assortment of shampoos and Mark for his bucket-full-of-water hauling strength. Against all the advice of various hairdressers (‘leave it and it will clean itself’. Oh yeah! Have you ever tried it?) we washed our hair in salt water using buckets dragged up from the sea. Now instead of chip-pan-hair we have straw, but at least its clean straw! The fuel cell is currently topping up our batteries so Becci is looking forward to straightening it with her straightening irons later.

 

At the moment Becci is making everyone hot dogs for lunch and they are starting to smell great.

 

Till tomorrow.

 

Justine

JPEG image