Atlantic Countdown

I’m feeling a little under pressure. H has pointed out that I have only written one blog in the six months we have been afloat and that this, really doesn’t come up to muster, or some such phrase.
So, here’s a few stories from the last few days.

That was Dave’s contribution to blog-dom. He hasn’t got any further as there was some ‘spanner-ing’ to be done. Easily distracted that boy. Am I being a bit mean publishing this? Undoubtedly yes…..but maybe it will spur him into action! He writes really well so feel free to start a petition or a t shirt campaign to get him to write more. You know the kind of thing, “Free the Cromford one” or “Frankie says relax”.

Enough of my blog bullying, the Atlantic looms. The marina boys have been round with our newly welded self steering metalwork. In offering it up, a washer has dropped into the sea so they’ve headed back to the workshop to get another. The sea is unforgiving.

The self steering works brilliantly when set up properly and means we don’t need to hand steer and it doesn’t require any battery power. Dave works for the ‘battery police’ in his spare time and constantly monitors amps so a system which does not require any amps, is a dream for his mental health. And mine.

There’ll be a bit of tinkering and adjustment to make when the metalwork is remounted but once done, we’re essentially free to depart. The big engineering job is ticked. Fresh food provisioning will be our last job. Oranges, sweet potatoes and onions last well. Soft fruit not so good. But nice for a few days. We have enough dry stores, pasta, rice, noodles, tins of tomatoes etc to see us stocked up for many sea mile. Not the most exciting of culinary treats but do have a jar of extra extra hot Nando’s chilli sauce on board which can spice up any meal.

We have done a bit more exploring. Our best trip involved a day on Santo Antao, the most westerly of the Cape Verde Islands. The island interior is the polar opposite to San Vincente. We took a minibus up near the top of the island and walked down through the volcanic crater to the sea. It’s stunning. A steep cobbled path led down through lush, green, fertile lands offering fantastic growing conditions for sugar cane, papaya, bananas, coffee, tomatoes, oranges, and cabbages. My photos don’t give a true sense of the place. Part Middle Earth, part Heligan in Cornwall but real and not a garden, we enjoyed the company of the crews from Little Coconut and Spirit of Oysterhaven. Getting into bed that night, we were still smiling from our day trip.

I think we have sorted the tracking out on the website so if you choose, you’ll be able to see us crossing the pond…..slowly. I’ve added a page called Tracking. There is a link on that page that takes you through to a predict wind site and fingers crossed you’ll see us.

Our friend the Lovely Lisa has volunteered to keep our blog updated while we’re at sea. Thanks Lovely Lisa. Your cabin awaits when you visit us in the Carib. We plan to email Lisa text every few days when we are at sea and she will work her IT magic and put it up in the blog. Won’t be any pics as our email isn’t that grand but we will post these from the other side. Barbados here we come. 2,100 miles at 5 knots is 17.5 days. The maths won’t be exact like this but we hope to be in within 20 days. We’re both keen to get going and are excited at the prospect of our first ocean crossing.

New Year

That’s a party. You wake up at 9am on 1st January and the sound system on the Main Street is still pumping out tunes. Not for long admittedly, only for another 15 minutes or so to complete the 12 hour music festival but I hold my hands up and say ‘Good effort Mindelo’.

New Years Eve was a top day. My hair was starting to look like a bush once again. Upstairs in the corner of the covered market we stumbled across a women’s hairdressers. African hair is somewhat different to English hair, but hey, scissors are scissors and I needed a cut. I’d describe the lady who cut my unruly locks as ‘A Big Mamma’.

With no idea what I was going to end up looking like, she started pulling and chopping quite aggressively as she circled round me with her scissors, perched on a stool on wheels. The best bit was when she’d finished she threw both her hands up in the air and declared ‘magnificent’. Can’t argue with that!

With my new magnificent haircut, the end of year festivities started. We visited another English boat for drinks at 7pm then back to ours as Dan & Emily and Hugh & Miranda were coming round to eat. Dave had rigged up some led lights in the cockpit so the boat looked lovely. We’d each prepared a course so ate like kings and had a truely memorable evening. Dan and Emily are off to Brazil then Argentina and finally Chile, departing tomorrow. We have sailed in their company on and off since September. Bye guys, we’ll miss you. Safe sailing.

At 11.45pm we left the boat to prepare for the fireworks. I think the whole of the island population was in town. Mums, dads, granny’s, kids. There was a great atmosphere and the fireworks lit up the bay and the crowds whooped and cheered.

We then became part of the slow moving melee which headed up the Main Street towards the sound stage. There were old boys swaying and dancing with such rhythm, looking super cool, conga lines of teenagers and little kids bopping away. The bass cranked up and we headed back to the relative calm of the boat for tea in the cockpit before bed at 2am.

After a slowish start to NYD’s, we headed off on cobbled roads in the back of Manuel’s pick up truck to the other side of the island in search of surf for Hugh. Manuel helped us find a wild deserted beach where Hugh caught some waves and the rest of us played in the surf. Warm water. Nice.

Two throughly enjoyable days. Back to boat chores tomorrow in prep for heading west.