So, at 7.05am this morning i was rowing away and
suddenly there was a thud. It was straight in my kindey's and yes, it
hurt.My reaction was to turn around in the hope of seeing mike tyson
standing there, but nothing. I decided to try rowing again and to my suprise,
everything was fine. What had just happened, had it been a quick spasam odf my
back, the sort that comes as quickly as i it goes. About 2 minutes later, i
heard a flapping noise, the sort when you tap dance without shoes on, and
the smell, oh, the smell. Lokking down between my legs and thinking about the
smell i feared the worse! Only to find a flying fish. No chance at all is
stepping on this one, it was massive and giving it some.
No, most of you know that despite doing a
challenge like this or the triple ironman tri or some of the other stupoid stuff
ive done, i do infact get scared by insects. When i focused on the fish i cant
tell you how quickly i scrambled to the far end of the boat and just sat
there!!! Watching in both hope and more hope that either it would die or jump
back over deck. It did neither.
Plucking up the courage to pick it up, using
the bucket, i flung it over board and told terry to enjoy it. But whose terry i
hear you ask???
Three days ago were were joined by 4 or 5 large
yellow finned tuna of which one has remained. He swims just ahead of us and
looks out for us. Called terry as i dint know whether he was infact a he or
a she, i thought "terry the tuna" fitted quite well. Gracefully he went
away when tom was in the water yesturday but soon returned with a mate.
Clearly terry is a boy as his friend was defo a female and actually quite fit.
Who would of known we would be hanging out in the atlantic with a tuna
fish! And a good looking one at
We are moving quite well now, 60 miles from 12noon
to 12noon so we are making progress. Thats all to say really today, im sure
there's more but that can wait.
Signing out from almost 37degrees
richie, tom and terry.