9. French Poetry
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Lance Shepherd
Mon 27 Jan 2020 03:19
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14:09.772N 037:31.954W - Number of Gybes: 14 - Miles to
go: 1428 nm - ETA: 03/02/2020 06:33h
Max. boatspeed: 17.2 - Max. boatspeed winner:
Alex
Bonjour,
Half way through our journey, what could be better for
our beloved blog than a bit of French poetry. Inside this incredibly diverse
crew sneaked in a young guy from Brittany - a land of sailors where Europe says
goodbye to the sun - who for your satisfaction, will bring you his view on
this marvelous journey.
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When you spend several days in the ocean, it becomes
obvious that time is an abstract human conception. The way we structure our
lives around weeks, days and months disappear to only leave the
ambivalence day/night. You're floating in time and space. Souvenirs aren't dated
: Nobody could tell when events happened on the boat as nobody is
keeping track of the days passing.
It's weird because time flies so fast. I was expecting
to have so much time to do so many things but I think the hypnotizing and
undisrupted swing of the waves together with the warmth of the sun put
my consciousness asleep, my past, my future and my worries away, as time
doesn't exist anymore.
The world is reduced to a boat of 10 people. Our world
is reduced to a wind angle, who is making the best cup of tea or coffee, what
kind of dry food is in our menu, watches, sleep, watches, sleep, watches..
am I repeating myself ? Sometimes, we have the visit of our friends the
dolphins, to give us a reminder that we are not alone in the immensity
of the ocean.
Sometimes, when I am under a sky covered of stars and a
sea lit by the bioluminescent planktons, I think about the outside world,
frozen, quietly waiting for us to return to our phone to start running
again.
We're sailing out of time in the sea, only the sea, the
same, every single day, we could be 10 or 1000 miles away from the coast it
wouldn't really make any difference.
But one day we will wake up on the other side of the
Atlantic in Antigua. One day we'll be back on Earth...
One day .....
Pierre
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