day 11 and babelfish news
It has been a glorious sail last night and this
morning. We were ding 12.5-9.5 knots last night on a broad reach. Food has been electic; pasta with tomato sauce, tuna that is
dolphin safe in curry, chicken in curry, tilapia al limon, pancakes (but noone
can find the maple syrup). We must have a ghost on board. Not
onlyis the maple syrup gone, the parmesan cheese is elusive. But what has
really thrown us is that the mount for the outboard motor that Peter Franzen
put on in Marina del Rey, which was there 2 days ago, is now gone.
As Robert noted; fortunately the motor wasn’t mounted on it.
Peter if there is something we said, pls let us know so we can get it back.
Last night I had Eric Clapton unplugged again accompanying the waves; quite
specials mixing these sounds. I knew I wasn’t “in
Kansas” when the moon came up, because out and down here the crescent of
the moon doesn’t start on the right, but is lying down and starts on the
bottom. Last night after I went to sleep and Thom came on watch, he saw a light
ahead he could not identify. He woke me to get me to verify that the light he
saw was in fact the moon, and not another sea level vessel. I did
and it was; the moon; and we calmed down after finding nothing on the sea in
the radar. A word on our watch system; we think this is a Babelfish
original and everyone is free to use it ; pls just credit Babelfish. Shifts are 6 hours during the day;6am to noon; noon to
1800. “Then a 4 hour watch from 1800 to 2200. Then 2
hour watches from 2200 to 6am. This keeps the quiet solitary night
watches short, gives everyone plenty of sleep, ;and the 4 hour watch stuck in
means the system rotates so noone gets stuck with the same watch all the
time. During the day there are people up and helping so it goes by
quickly. This is working for the 4 of us. Still electrical issues
but our friendly roving Najad service man, Alan, is helping out. Started reading about the next legs; some of the islands
have interesting descriptions; in one the most noteworthy meal is a missionary
stew where the missionary , whose name I forget, was the stew. I have to
remind them I don’t eat red meat. In another island near Babelfish Apologies to my high school friends for missing this
week’s reunion |