Day 3 At-sea
January 25, 2024
Well, what a difference a day makes! From three reefs and a partial jib to full sail, and eventually reverting to the trusty iron sail as the wind finally disappeared this evening. The crew have been having a ball and feeling jubilant to have conquered some rather large seas and fairly fruity gusts over the last 24 hours. Any sickness has abated and the laughter continues to emanate from across the hull. Even the dolphins showed up to wish the crew congratulations for having taken on the might of Mother Nature at her finest.
The predominant easterlies today have been a stark reminder of our proximity to the Sahara Desert, most of which now appears to be on board FALKEN, who looks as though she has undertaken a dodgy spray tan. The deck hose will no doubt be active as soon as we emerge from this giant orange cloud.
It’s sad to see the wind drop after such an incredible 48 hours, reaching some amazing speeds and surfing down the face of waves in the moonlight, but the crew are finally able to rest well and energy levels are returning to the good ship FALKEN. As ever, it’s inspiring to see friendships formed amidst the camaraderie that is synonymous with this kind of adventure. Looking forward to another amazing day tomorrow.
EmilyCaruso
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