It’s traditional to have a bit of a party at the halfway mark. But unfortunately the celebrations have had to be postponed until conditions are calmer. I still have the TimTams that Lesley gave me in Geraldton for my halfway ceremony, and I have a couple of other gastronomic treats in store. But today has been hellaciously rough, and life was challenging enough without trying to do anything much beyond rowing.
This is going to be the shortest of all blogs. The ocean showed me what kind of mood she is in just before I retired to the cabin. I had just rinsed off all the saltwater and was hanging wet garments outside to dry when a monstrous wave ambushed me, soaking me to the skin. Well, skin was all I was wearing, actually. But I was mightily annoyed at having to repeat my ablutions.
And as I am writing, waves are crashing noisily into the side of the boat. I’m still a bit gun-shy after my only significant injury of the voyage so far happened in conditions like these, when I was sitting exactly where I am now, inside the cabin, shortly before being propelled headfirst into the opposite wall. So every time one of these juggernauts hits, it sets my heart racing and my adrenaline surging.
So, apologies for brevity. I’m going to upload this and then go get safely horizontal, strapped to my bunk.
Quote for the day: Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
(Franklin P. Jones)
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