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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.
