Dictated by Roz, and transcribed by her mother Rita Savage.
Position: -06.88196S, 154.14308E
This voyage has now definitely reached the stage that can be described as character-building. Long gone are the days when I would sit relaxing and eating my dinner, watching the sun set and reflecting on my day of fair winds, sparkling seas, and record-breaking mileages.
Tonight’s dinner was late, long after sunset, if indeed the sunset had not been hidden by black storm clouds. As I sat eating my re-hydrated Thai curry, I was reflecting on a day of wildly swinging winds, a cut foot, and seriously entangled sea-anchor line. I put the sea anchor out this morning when the wind picked up from the south west, the direction I wanted to go, but it only remained out for about an hour after which the wind changed to the south east. After that I made quite good progress for a while watching the screen of my little Garmin GPS. I could see that it was taking me 50 – 60 strokes to cover 0.001 degree heading west, which meant I could cover 0.01 of a degree every half-hour.
This was all good. I got nearly back to the longitude of 154 degrees, where I was three days ago before the conditions started pushing me east.
But then the wind changed again, back to the south west. I scrutinised the black clouds overhead looking for any encouraging signs that this change might be temporary. I gave the wind about 45 minutes to see if it would start behaving, but it didn’t. In fact it increased in strength, causing me to cut my foot when I had to unexpectedly brace myself against an oncoming wave and my foot ended up on something sharp inside the galley locker.
It was definitely time to put the sea anchor out again, but somehow I managed to get it’s line into a right royal tangle. Normally I don’t have any problems with it, but I got impatient at having to put it out for the second time in a day and with one false move put it on the path to a horrible mess which took me over an hour to sort out, during which time a torrential downpour came along and dumped on me. Just to help matters! At times I wondered if I would ever get the rope disentangled, but there really wasn’t much choice. Eventually, and with an enormous sense of satisfaction, I saw it slither over the side and into the water, smooth and tangle-free.
At last I was able to turn my attention to more important matters, like dinner.
Now I am hunkered in my cabin while winds and waves batter the outside of my boat. These are certainly not the worst conditions I have ever been in, but considerably worse than anything I have encountered in the last month. The good news is that although I am being pushed east, I am also going south, and that way lie better currents.
And one day, surely, I will make it back across 154 degrees.
Other Stuff: Thank you to all the people who have been putting us in touch with people in Madang. The Rozling network is really doing us proud. Mum is following up with all contacts and I am very much looking forward to meeting them when (if) I get there.
“Save a whale, drink more ale” made me laugh, thanks for sending it in. I think it could become one of the most popular eco movements of all time.
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