Forestay
JABA
Basil Panakis
Sat 21 Jun 2014 10:46
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37:53N 30:20W
I did it the other way around today. I checked for
emails first than started this.
Thank you Tony, you are quite right. Mine was easy to
dismantle, no corrosion. Apparently they were one of the simplest and
easiest to operate at the time. Quay Sail sold over five hundred during a Boat
show at the time.
Progress is slow, now we are beating, the last thing I
wanted, the wind is light but I should put back the third reef soon. We had
everything during the night from heavy rain to dead calm. I stopped this and put
the third reef in as the wind got up to 13 app and there are some dark clouds
and rain ahead.
I do not want to motor for such a long time. I still
have 90 odd miles and the cross track error is over 15 miles. Eventually I might
have to succumb.
High maintenance girl friend. I have very vivid dreams.
I had that one a few nights back. A film actress in Hollywood buying outfits at
astronomical prices. She had the face of Bonham Carter but the body of Veronica
Lake. Two nights ago it was the turn of Ann Friel, I think her first name is
Ann. I don't remember much, last night it was a riot, a hell of a lot of females
making a racket, jewels being kicked on the floor, canteens, shops...I don't
think I was in it. The best I still remember was when I was approaching Terceira
in 2012, I was asleep and there was a guy next to me, Norwegian by the name of
Larsen who kept on pushing me and disturbing my sleep. What is the matter
with you Larsen I said and I woke up. Went on deck and there was
Terceira all lit up, all her east side. It was 3.15 in the morning and about 23
M in distant and I was going straight for it. After 22 days at sea. I am always
thankful to Larsen, whoever he was. The year before (2011) I met a young
Norwegian in Argentina and and we spent 2/3 together. Went to adventure trails,
to the restaurant in the square, cooked and drunk my wine, we put the food
together and pretended we were Floyds cooking with a glass of wine in
hand. At the table we met two Canadian girls who told us amazing stories
about wild canoeing in their far north wilderness. I think the place was
Cafayette just before my next stop at Salta, and then on to San Pedro de Atacama
over the Andes.
Sometimes I hear this humming noise that comes from the
rigging but I hear it as if dervishes are dancing in a trance. I could hear it
practically every night during the Azores Challenge, not so much now. I switch
the music on, read, do some maintenance work. I hear people talking or calling
me but again not that often.
I better put this down before I close for today. I keep
the log book with times Lat Long etc, Then I keep a record of what I eat
everyday. The third diary is the one with more detailed analysis of things
as well as all the naughty saucy bits I cannot put
hear!
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