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01-07-2013
On the coastline of Trinidad
I tuned out all concerns and doubts and we continued the foresail. No sooner were we out of the protected bay , a stiff breeze began to bulge the sails and the sea was noticeably rougher. From canoeing to container ship from Newcastle, I am now down with every conceivable type of watercraft, but a sailboat was once again a very different number.
Here the chaff separated from the wheat, here the seaworthiness was demonstrated here decided that they had the makings of a sailor or would it remain just a novice. While I indulged in this idea of "Ruby" bow rose almost vertically out of the waves in the air to bring down the next moment with a loud crash back into the water. , The spray hit my face , the balance was lost and a hand was always looking for a secure fit. Anxiously I listened to myself and looked intently after first signs of seasickness. none.
Slowly I got used to the swings, just as I got below deck to prepare the food in the galley , I had the feeling to lose some face paint. But once I was back on deck , holding his nose to the wind and was able to anticipate the fall in the next trough , it went fine and I looked at cheap Ferry Rosslare Cherbourg.
Gradually the gray twilight of the day gave way to dusk and I noticed that I lost all sense of time and space. The coastline of Trinidad was long out of sight , and wherever you look away , you could see only water and horizon. We must have been quite a few hours on the road , but it was not so before me. Early on I took over the helm , trying to stay the course and not to lose the " Tika Roa " out of sight. Here I experienced the first high feeling , when I felt like I was able to catch the wind in the sails and the ship recorded to ride , but the winds were not favourable unto us , for we were continually driven off to the west , so our projects , Grenada to happen on the east coast , was increasingly unlikely , but it is now time for sailing :.. not the captain, but the wind determines the price.
It was already middle of the night when I went to a little nap below deck. Of sleep I do not want to speak in this context , because the seas had fallen into a state of at most a brief fainting, interrupted only by one or the other downfall of the bank. No sooner had I get the feeling even really asleep , woke me Larston and asked me to take the next watch because he needed a break. So I tortured myself again on the "bridge" and again took over the helm.
When the wind once slept briefly and then slipped the ship in the light of the full moon , I saw out of the corner of my eye suddenly an image that would have been enough of each photo wallpaper for the glory : a few meters next to me was a dolphin in the air, the shining wet body in pale light of the moon. A moment etched itself indelibly in my memory , even if it only lasted a fraction of a second. Then I noticed that our boat like cheap Ferry Liverpool Belfast was accompanied by a bevy of marine mammals. But as soon as the clouds moved in together the next storm front , and twisted our escort.
I gripped the steering wheel and tried in the dark and stormy sea now back to keep both the course and the " Tika Roa " in mind. Both I managed only moderate. Once I had cut off my water , I remembered the words my master: " Just Drive ! " The water sloshed in constant regularity of the boat is already flush away the debris. My good nursery and not entirely of lost my sense of hygiene, it banned me , however , easy to make with me. So I clawed me in an act of pure acrobatics over the railing , his hands searching for a safe grip and holding the reins with his foot.
I still can not believe that the passport should be about 4000 meters high, but the vormir wall of boulders and glaciers teaches me again blind trust in the information to have my card. A scree slopes on the steep zigzag in hard up, one after the other Serpentine the air is thinner and colder. First I make every two return a pause, then the altimeter shows 3500 meters and I have raced at every turn , in 4000 then cheers break and photo and up above, it is not far off , it left behind the glacier, a small peak at which a storm cloud has hooked and muffled grunts in front of him and sends flashes in the barren landscape and look at timetable Ferry Cairnryan Belfast.
Hopefully it stays hanging there , I think, and strampele the next 280 meters up, then finally the pass and I above, the air thin and the thoughts somewhat confused , as if drunk , 3500 meters in two days without altitude training are not completely harmless , so let's get down from the mountain, as long as I know where the front and back like when I was at timetable Ferry Dublin Holyhead.
Slowly the air is thicker again , it does not go down quickly , because the slope is slippery with quiet drizzle and the fingers are freezing. The scenery is magnificent , on the north side there was naked and bare , and here I roll into a wide green valley with herds of horses. Then the clouds break up a little and thaw all in a warm evening light. At 2800 meters Ulastay then , that's just a yurt camp , but you can also stay. I 'm dead tired , my butt hurts and I have served 2700 meters on the left cheek, but I just need my sleeping bag roll out a portion of plov and pita bread I get from the host family the yurt camps , with which I will also share the tent.
The next morning is wonderful weather , lush green landscape , the light , the peaks of the mountains are covered with fresh snow. Where the road crosses the railway line makes it Plöng and my carrier falls to the ground , both screws off , my replacement screws too short and the next Workshop 100 km or No! 100 meters there is the only workshop in the radius of 50 kilometers, the owner is still sleeping in a frenzy , but the apprentice leaves me in a big box look for suitable screws that are too long though , but help out a few nuts. I then looked at timetable Ferry Cairnryan Larne.
Down in the valley, on the next turn all my fears come true , from here begins the construction site and is 300 km long , well then good night ! At the beginning of fresh asphalt can still hopes to germinate , but then it is very bumpy and muddy also , from time to time it was pouring rain , feeling good again uphill , butt and back hurt and the places in the map , there is not.
In the next yurt before and after the pass you do not want to record in construction workers camp either, but then comes a single shop in the wilderness and there is even a free bed in the showroom.
The next few days I'm lucky, the new track is already built , but not yet paved , but only tightly rolled , I can up here along time and it's more or less advanced , at least for me. On the slope next to the road , the trucks from Daimler dig through the mud road , next to the sink , since all stuck. The next place on each side more than thirty vehicles , in a really fucked up dirty village , which consists of only three truck stops. Three beds are still available in the smelly dorm , I am looking for the one where it not for the rain dripping from above and try with a couple of boards to compensate for the lack of springs.
