Latitude: 3°26.5' S
Longitude: 029°05.7' W
October 5, 2025 | 20:00 UTC | 3°26.5' S 029°05.7' W
Nausea is no joke. I am not sure if I will make it through this blog, but I will attempt it. Seasickness is the real deal. Just when you start to feel better, a new fresh wave of it comes. All I want to do is tip my head out the side of the boat and just wait for whatever wants to come up.
Speaking of which, while I spent the morning in that hunched-over, head-sideways position, I noticed dark blue, clouded-over morning rise waves, seemingly traveling upward. In other words, I felt like huge swells of waves were moving up the walls of mountains. Now, it could be that I was in a dazed state, half there, half nowhere. To say the least, my sickness over the past few days has been intense.
On a dreamier note, WE SHOWERED!! Mahalo Tim for recognizing we were all in need of not just a physical shower but a spiritual one too. It worked! Sitting on the benches at the helm with fresh water dousing my forever hair was the ultimate miracle. It changed everything! One after the other, rotating the hose, passing conditioners—it was a team bond and team refresher. Back to life.
Waves and wind have been consistent. Coming in a bit caddywampus, but at least consistent, with a constant heel and 8-9 kts. It’s absolutely breathtaking out here. Just absolute vastness. Being on the helm has been the biggest joy. Some of us have different ways of tracking our position: Pete to two stars in between the shrouds, Vilgot, The Hero, in the lightness of his fingertips, Jim knows in his body when we are dropping a few kts, Tim in his casualness just knows, and myself through my left hand and fingers.
As for the rest of the crew—Britney, Lance, David, and Andrew—their generosity in the kitchen is mind-blowing. They made the most amazing potato soup with green onion garnish tonight, each taking a role.
TO MY FAMILY: I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL MORE NOW THAN EVER. Maria, Maddox, Makai, Nixon, and Penny—I am so honored and blessed to be your mamabear. I can’t thank you enough for supporting me while I take on this passage. I have had plenty of moments of, “What the hell was I thinking! There’s no way I will last!” Mahalo Ry, Dad, and Mom for encouraging me and making sure I have everything I need, which in the end is just LOVE. Love you all so, so much. Ry, you were right, there is no way I could have done my classes on this voyage. Nausea is no joke. LOVE YOU.
THANK GOODNESS CAPTAIN ERIK IS A WEATHER EXPERT!
Nicole Kalaiwaa | ADRIENNE II Crew
Nausea is no joke. I am not sure if I will make it through this blog, but I will attempt it. Seasickness is the real deal. Just when you start to feel better, a new fresh wave of it comes. All I want to do is tip my head out the side of the boat and just wait for whatever wants to come up.
Speaking of which, while I spent the morning in that hunched-over, head-sideways position, I noticed dark blue, clouded-over morning rise waves, seemingly traveling upward. In other words, I felt like huge swells of waves were moving up the walls of mountains. Now, it could be that I was in a dazed state, half there, half nowhere. To say the least, my sickness over the past few days has been intense.
On a dreamier note, WE SHOWERED!! Mahalo Tim for recognizing we were all in need of not just a physical shower but a spiritual one too. It worked! Sitting on the benches at the helm with fresh water dousing my forever hair was the ultimate miracle. It changed everything! One after the other, rotating the hose, passing conditioners—it was a team bond and team refresher. Back to life.
Waves and wind have been consistent. Coming in a bit caddywampus, but at least consistent, with a constant heel and 8-9 kts. It’s absolutely breathtaking out here. Just absolute vastness. Being on the helm has been the biggest joy. Some of us have different ways of tracking our position: Pete to two stars in between the shrouds, Vilgot, The Hero, in the lightness of his fingertips, Jim knows in his body when we are dropping a few kts, Tim in his casualness just knows, and myself through my left hand and fingers.
As for the rest of the crew—Britney, Lance, David, and Andrew—their generosity in the kitchen is mind-blowing. They made the most amazing potato soup with green onion garnish tonight, each taking a role.
TO MY FAMILY: I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL MORE NOW THAN EVER. Maria, Maddox, Makai, Nixon, and Penny—I am so honored and blessed to be your mamabear. I can’t thank you enough for supporting me while I take on this passage. I have had plenty of moments of, “What the hell was I thinking! There’s no way I will last!” Mahalo Ry, Dad, and Mom for encouraging me and making sure I have everything I need, which in the end is just LOVE. Love you all so, so much. Ry, you were right, there is no way I could have done my classes on this voyage. Nausea is no joke. LOVE YOU.
THANK GOODNESS CAPTAIN ERIK IS A WEATHER EXPERT!
Nicole Kalaiwaa | ADRIENNE II Crew
crew@59-north.com
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Dolphin party!
Kate was about to yank the spinnaker’s sock down when I spotted a stampede of fins heading straight for us. ”Dolphins!”, I yelled back to the cockpit excitedly. Post dinner dish duty was halted down below for the show.
The pool is open!
We stopped the boat, got the ladder down and put out a line with a fender behind the boat. I love swimming in the middle of the ocean, and a bit scary when you realize its more than 4000+ m deep! Love it!
Big Pink Sail Day
I had a most fashionable pointed striped hat at dinner, and out of the depths of a cupboard a cake was created, after 14 days at sea. A group of people I had never met two weeks ago made me feel very special today.