A day in steel
Salsa af Stavsnas
Ellinor Ristoff Staffan Ehde
Sat 1 Dec 2012 01:36
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This morning the sky started out with - A red sky
in the morning, sailors warning...
Then all day was just gray, gray like steel in
different shapes. Dark grey, light grey and with white cream on the crest
of the waves.
Just grey.
Then tonight there was a faint of - Red sky at
night, sailors delight...
The wind has picked up really strong again, but we
are fit for that now, with a reefed genua we are doing well 6-7
knots.
Those that watch the tracker can see that we
finally leave Africa and are heading more west.
We have reached the 20th and are now going
southwest hoping for the butter experience, so far no good. It is very
cold.
Now it is just Andreas who feel a little sick
sometimes. The kitchen started this morning with macaronis on demand from the
children.
Since they have some hunger to catch up (that came
out funny ) it is hard to say no.
But we are not getting culinaric yet, just
foodmaking that's it. We are behind on the vegetables so we have sallads to use
the perishables before we loose them.
As I write this the day has just become the 1st of
December, very strange date to be here, our bodys programmed for the
winter.
Maybe I have taken 4 pictures at the most so far,
the whole experience is so grande, unbeliavable that it is hard to take any
pictures of it.
The ocean is probably the last resort, the last
wilderness on earth that can still be experienced as it was a million years
ago.
If I look back on our wake I can see how short we
are here, in 5 seconds the little track we have made in the water with our keel
is gone. You cannot see that we have been there at all.
The massive water, the blue planet, is so obvious
now, with its smell, sound and force.
Our little nutshell floating above it on the mercy
of the wind.
Now I understand how manmade sounds are filling our
head, when I'm about to fall asleep I think that there must be some traffic
sound or a crowd of people out there, but it is my brain not understanding that
it is the ocean that makes sounds now.
We could play music if we wanted, but nobody does,
so far. I'm sure we might do that. It is like the children already longing for
an ice cream.
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