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DAY 71: The Six Trillion Dollar Spoon »

DAY 70: Not far to go? It’s far enough, thank you!

21 March 2008 - 18:11

Over the course of the last decade, or however long it’s been since I started this crossing, I’ve done a fair few stupid things. Well, today I added another to the list. I’m just glad I don’t have long left!

Just as I was cleaning up my bowl and cutlery, I was about to throw the tissue paper I’d dried them up with over the side. However, I didn’t only have the tissue in my hand; I also had the cutlery. When performing such a manoeuvre, it’s very important to release the right fingers as you thrust your arm. As you may have guessed, I didn’t, and turned to see my cutlery rapidly drifting away. At this point, you’re torn between diving in after it, or … well, that’s pretty much the only rescue option.

Originally, I had three of these. One has disappeared somewhere; no doubt it will turn up a few years down the line. The other, as you may recall, underwent some fairly extensive reconstructive surgery earlier in the crossing. In my infinite wisdom, I decided to pack away everything I wouldn’t need in these last few weeks in the awkward hatches, and it is buried somewhere within all of that. To be honest, I doubt it survived the rough treatment! Luckily, I remembered one option. For the rest of this row, I shall be eating with the scoop from my hot chocolate!

This was merely an annoying mistake, rather than a potentially problematic one. A few days ago, I fell into the pole holding up my radar reflector and navigation light, pushing it into the sea. The cables prevented it drifting away, and thankfully the radar reflector is fine, but the light refuses to work. But the biggest moment of idiocy came within the first few weeks. Over the first week, I didn’t really use my watermaker; I had no idea what was going on half the time! When you do that, the bacteria in the filter break down and you get water smelling of rotten egg. Not a problem, it was in the manual, just replace the filter - I had a spare. So, carefully following the instructions, I removed the filter housing, checked the o-ring seal was there, removed the filter, and plunged the housing into the sea to wash it out. Well, the o-ring had been there; it wasn’t anymore! Through fair means and foul, I’ve managed to keep the watermaker running fairly happily, but for a few hours I was more than a little concerned that it would never work again!

I have a love-hate relationship with sleep. While I enjoy it, often a little too much, I also see it as a complete waste of time. Last night, having made good progress, I went to sleep having put out the para-anchor. Over the course of the night, the para-anchor did its usual thing of making me go due south, albeit slowly, so I was probably further from Antigua than when I stopped. Not only that, but I only got back to my previous northerly position 12 hours after going to bed, covering just 6 miles west in that time.

Right now, I’m drifting almost due west, which is brilliant. However, an hour ago, I was going about 30° south of that when not rowing. I can’t afford, mentally as much as physically, to go to bed expecting to wake up due west only for the wind to change and find myself 5 miles south just a few hours later. So I’m not going to. Sleep, that is. Well, that’s the plan, and we know how they usually turn out. I’m currently about 33 miles south of where I want to be. That could take anywhere between 30 and 60 hours of rowing. Until I hit 17°N, I’m going to attempt to just take breaks for eating. The side-effect is that I’ll also cover more ground west and, if the forecast proves correct (likelihood of nil, established given I want this one to be accurate!), I should then have 20kt easterly winds and the sea behind me, ensuring a rapid, if a little hairy, road to Antigua.

The plan is set, and I’d better get on with it. By the way, if anyone thinks this is now a nice easy row from here on in, rest assured it’s not. It’s still bloody hard work every step of the way! And, when I’m 20 miles away, before you start thinking it’s as good as over, please sit on a rowing machine and row for 7 hours! The only easy stroke will be the last one.

And it can’t come soon enough!


The rambles

Waiting in La Gomera

DAY 4: Sam is away and in his 4th day!

DAY 5: The first mid-Atlantic entry!

DAY 8: One week in and over 300 miles closer to Antigua!

DAY 9: George and the wind

Grrr

DAY 10: A slow weekend

DAY 11: Just a few more inches would be nice!

DAY 12: Rowing suspended for half an hour!

DAY 14: Fancy seeing you here

DAY 15: Can I have the day off please?

A testing weekend

DAY 17: A new dawn

DAY 18: What a difference a day makes!

DAY 19: Too much of a good thing

DAY 20: Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the ride?

DAY 21: There’s no such thing as a free mile

DAY 22: Three weeks and finally there’s a breakthrough!

DAY 24: Surely there must be some mistake?

DAY 25: Ocean Rowing: The Movie

DAY 26: Disaster onboard Pete!

DAY 27: Stepping into new waters

DAY 28: A gentle nudge for now

DAY 29: There’s no reason to be grumpy, but still…

DAY 30: Another loss from Pete - though not a sad one

DAY 31: One month in, and I have a confession to make

DAY 32: Blood-thirsty friends can relax - I finally admit my pain

DAY 33: Discoveries during playtime

DAY 34: Where shall I go? Antigua seems a good idea

DAY 35: The greatest Christmas present in the world

DAY 36: Two miles from Alaska - that wasn’t the plan!

DAY 37: I have nothing of interest to say - but still…

DAY 38: Drama at dinnertime!

DAY 39: My plan worked! and the weather was fooled!

DAY 40: It’s finally happened - conclusive proof I’m losing my mind

DAY 41: Don’t blame the weatherman - well, why not?!

DAY 42: Got rid of the pirates - let’s get on with getting to Antigua!

DAY 43: Nothing’s happened … which was nice

DAY 44: Flying fish launch stealth attacks

DAY 45: Night rowing at its best

DAY 46: Another repair - this time it’s serious!

DAY 47: A boat full of food + Sam = a dangerous mix

DAY 48: It was going great, until the weather went one step too far

DAY 49: Someone’s not playing by the rules!

DAY 50: One more worry crossed off the list

DAY 51: A solo challenge? I think not!

DAY 52: Unwanted stowaways murdered!

DAY 53: The new torture regime - will it last?

DAY 54: The new regime - not entirely a success!

DAY 55: The flying fish are still attacking, but they’re getting bigger

DAY 56: Where has everything gone?

DAY 57: The last ever Atlantic whinge? Let’s hope so!

DAY 58: The beginning of the end?

DAY 59: A good workout for my stomach

DAY 60: The weather’s back, and it’s true to form

DAY 61: A little bit of ingenuity goes a long way

DAY 62: The rollercoaster continues

DAY 63: Probably the shortest yet. Is that a good thing?

DAY 64: Sorry - I tried to be positive!

DAY 65: Ocean Rowing: The Movie - no, really this time!

DAY 66: Another cheery day goes by

DAY 66 (again!): Two in one day? It must be bad

DAY 67: The first version was better - this is straight to the point!

DAY 68: Life’s full of ifs and buts…

DAY 69: Over the hill? Not quite, but getting there

DAY 70: Not far to go? It’s far enough, thank you!

DAY 71: The Six Trillion Dollar Spoon

DAY 72: To beard or not to beard… (sorry!!)

DAY 73: Early release for good behaviour? I wish!

DAY 74: One hurdle overcome, but two big challenges to face

DAY 75: I’m going to be blunt…

IT’S OVER!!!

The story of the final days

When it all ended, it was only just beginning!

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