A day with many faces. Yesterday morning we stopped the engine to enjoy the mirror-smooth Indian Ocean. We had a quiet breakfast with the oily water around us and not a breath in the air.
In the afternoon after Ton had finished his handstand exercises in the engine room and knew how many miles we could motor carefree, we took a dive from the ship. With a small 5000 meters of water below you feel slightly uncomfortable but it was wonderful. The light disappears into the fathomless depth and hardly a fish can be seen. Ton feels enormously connected to the ship and therefore held a leg firmly around the stairs to seal that unity. I lurked while swimming under water to see if that big white monster wasn't nearby… And so we motored into the night. Around midnight the SE tradewind finally came on. And apparently there was something to catch up because it immediately went from thick wood.
But what a blessing! Finally wind from the right direction. A bit between 4 and 6 bft and the sea has immediately built up nicely. So we are now buzzing with a solid momentum in the direction we want. It is still a bit “rough” when writing the blog. Clamp my knees under the table, a sick feeling in my stomach, air on the left, water on the right, I exercise my abs. But we also enjoy it with the idea that if we can keep going at those 7 knots we can be in La Reunion a week earlier. And that's good after we took stock of the water, milk and Whiskey yesterday.
Water 3 liters for us together per day. Milk too little for Ton, Whiskey not on a ration, but we don't drink on the way anyway. There is enough food, but cooking is not possible in these circumstances unless you can juggle very well. Especially leaving the cupboards closed is the motto. A can of soup and sandwiches. Fortunately, I baked a fresh loaf of bread yesterday. But it's lovely outside. The foaming waves and the school classes of flying fish who enjoy the high waves and the deep valleys to float around.
Salt foaming greetings, Ton and Mark
