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Day 80

By Brian Hancock

The thing about these updates is this. I do them out of the goodness of my heart…🙂 I guess that sometimes my goodness upsets people, but you know what, I don’t give a cr*p. Sailors are rough bunch and I have done some sailing in my time. I am also a grandparent with a heart so full of love so go easy. I am most definitely not a misogynist.

Meanwhile, there is still that Monster Mash that seems to have grabbed White Shadow but the nuts (sorry if that offended anyone…🙂). It has White Shadow by the nuts and they are experiencing some fairly decent breeze out of the north. Fairly decent meaning that they are getting pummeled. It’s going to be a wet few days for Jean-Christophe Petit and his crew on their beautiful Swan 57. However, as the low passes under them they are going to ride the Nuntucket Sleighride, in other words sucking in all the glory of the Southern Ocean.

There is a bit of tricky business at hand. It looks like L’Esprit d’équipe didn’t quite make it around the waypoint. I will leave that up to the bosses to decide but it is hard to find a mark in the middle of the ocean that doesn’t actually exist.

Meanwhile… Madame Tabarly and her crew on Pen Duick VI are still dithering, but it’s not all their fault. The weather is strange in the Southern Ocean (am I repeating myself?). Translated 9 seem to have a better handle on things and are within spitting distance of the pole position. Pen Duick VI is well ahead on paper, but the path ahead does not look that terrific for them. There is some trouble ahead unless and until the Monster Mash comes along and mixes things up like a bowl of black and white spaghetti for everyone racing the McIntyre Ocean Globe Race.

Here’s the thing. It’s a bloody long way from Cape Town to Auckland. These sailors are going to see some difficult conditions. It is just what it is (yes I was the first to come up with that line). It just is what it is; when you signed up for an adventure you should have read the fine print.

So back to Australia. I guess my comment about looking down the blonde’s blouse was offensive, but I was just 21 and that was about the best that I could do. Who wouldn’t? I am not going to go in to the rest of what happened but it did involve a horse barn and some horses watching but she dropped me off on the side of the road with a smile on my face and a song in my heart (as Kermit the Frog sang in the Muppet Movie). I was about to go to sleep on a hillside overlooking the highway when an old Bedford van pulled up just as I was trying to unpack my stuff which consisted of two pairs of clean underwear, a toothbrush (but no water) and a small bottle of Fireball. They were a bunch of misfit musicians (I can relate as a misfit sailor) and the were heading for Sydney. Lucky me; more tomorrow.

Maiden and Spirit of Helsinki are soon going to get wet (please don’t give me any cr*p Maiden fans). They are going to get wet. They are going to find themselves riding a strange little low, but on the wrong side (that’s what my first girlfriend said to me, but I digress). They are going to find themselves in some pretty harsh northerly winds (yes I was going to say pretty stiff northerly winds but I got into trouble with that one before so I am not saying it – oops, but I just did…🙂).

The middle pack are cruising in fairly decent weather. The wind is decent, the sea state looks good – well easy for me to say from the warmth of my house ten thousand miles away. It’s all in the name of finding adventure and that, my friend’s is what life is/should be about. I left home at 20 looking for the open road; I am still looking.

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