There will be wind they said. Never change the sails they said. Steady conditions they said. Just go straight they said. It will go quick they said. Very wrong they were…
At one point it felt like we were doing some actual matchracing not because of speed but because the amount of sails change in short amount of time. Cause somehow the trade winds forgot that they are supposed to be around the atlantic by this time of the year. Well we for sure had a dramatic first couple of days, starting inside of the harbour. When we were motoring out of the marina we suddenly heard the low oil pressure alarm from the enginge and had to turn it off. Turned out the newley changed oilfilter had untighten it self, or not had been screwed on properly, and oil had started to pour out. So we quickly set sail and took us by only the genua out through the acceleration zone between the islands.
The first couple of nights was quite rough and only a few of us managed to get a good sleep, but then it slowed down real down. Some days we barely made 70M but it was very comfortable. We quickly got in to the Eat Sleep Sail Reapeat life. When the wind dropped below 8m/s we hoisted the symmetrical spinnaker and to be able fast get it down again we teamed up and were one and a half on watch. Chibidarra moved steady enough during the atlantic crossing for us to without problem dive down in the engine bay and fix the oil leak. Hanna got in to a bit of a fishing frency starting the first day and lasted all the way in to the marina all though we had to clear the lures from seaweed countless times during the trip we caught 14 fishes wich dramaticly increased the Omega-3 level in our diet.
A sit down dinner with flat plates got to be a habbit for us, but we later heard stories from other boats that had a hard time using a table at all.
But it was not all flat seas and awesome sailing… I had just went to bed when a big bang occured, and I thought my cabin where going to collapse I got up and Michael shouted that the main boom were all gone. This turned out to be a bit of a false statement and overexaggeration turned out that the bottom fixing point of the rodkick had been ripped of and it was now standing on my hatch and were forcing the sail up and outward. We dismantled the rest of the rodkick and replaced it with the less luxurious kick and dirk system.
One of the most unhappy momements of the trip were when the colorful mizzen ballooner ripped… turns out that 40 year old wire inside it weren’t everlasting, who knowed? Well no more batikcolored sails for a while.
Luckily there is no need for light wind sails in the Caribbean since the trade winds has arrived here now.
The third and last accident happened up on arrival we arrived kind of late in the evning so we dropped anchor out side of the lagoon for the night. In the morning we got called up by the coast guard and they asked us to move so we picked up anchor and motored away when Mike called us up on the radio and told us that he would send someone out to guide us into the lagoon. We happily turned around since we didnt think it was possible until the afternoon for us to get in. Turned out that we were quite right, cause although we got guided in by the marina staff, we got stuck on a sand bank. We had to force our way through causing some scrapes on the keel. But we got in to the marina safe and sound a few minutes later were big welcome committee was waiting for us.
Over and out Anders