March 24, 2025 | Sailing through the doldrums!
2:30 am: I am waking up for the next watch, a smile crosses my heart. We are under sail… in the middle of the doldrums. I take the helm, feel the breeze on my face, marvel at the ease with which FALKEN moves upwind, and wish this—somewhere between the Colombian coast and the wide Pacific—could go on forever. An added layer is keeping me warm.
12 noon: Time to start the next watch. The sun is scorching and we are back on motor. There comes our great skippering team with a wonderful idea: the pool is open! We all go for a refreshing dip and lounge in our towels on deck, marveling at the exquisiteness of our surroundings and the joy of sharing the moment. I am reminded that it is about the journey, even if the destination is Galapagos.
- Nina Z. | FALKEN Crew
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- Mia & Andy (shore support on Leg 5, Panama to Galapagos)
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