Daily Report #24

Salt salt salt

Everything gets salty. We have been in BFT 6/7 for several days, mainly from the East. So I no longer have such a high opinion of all the good things that come from the East. High swell waves and those nice short bastards on top. Steering in these waves is very difficult. When you turn on the machine, it screeches from left to right with the ship all the time. And there is quite a door of a rudder behind the ship that is not balanced, so the forces on the whole are increasing considerably.
So you also lie on your ear every second, which makes the interior a tombola. And difficult to sleep. And then the sentences get shorter. A word or two.
Or a.

Still, we are optimistic. We're making progress. It's not a real storm yet. Tomorrow afternoon the wind will decrease. And then I hear my dad say again; 'Yes, you wanted it yourself, didn't you?' Very true, but when you start something like this you don't know what you will get and the outcome is uncertain. A bit like with everything that could happen tomorrow. And in the brochure of the travel agency it really said;
'Buy a sailing ship of German quality and make your adventurous journey across the Indian Ocean where the pleasant trade winds blow'
That's what makes it such a great adventure. By the way, I'm also due for a wash. I would like to invite you loyal readers to come and take a scent sample. I promise you, you'd rather go to Douglas anyway. I lick my skin. Yummy, salty!

Grt T and M