01 Dec 2005, 2733.821N,1738.883W,0M
As close as I ever hope to get to a ferry
My Atlantic Rowing Race has got off to an interesting start. One hour in I thought it was going to be the shortest-lived ocan rowing bid ever, when I couldn't get my watermaker working. I'd changed the filter just before the race, and had to wait until the race had started and I was out of the harbour and into cleaner waters before I couild run it. It whirred loudly for 5 seconds and then stopped. Argh.
My worst nightmare - DIY horror - was it coming true?
I got on the VHF to ask for advice, and George from the Atlantic 4 crew came to the rescue. The pump needed priming, that was all. It wasn't pleasant trying to sort it out, bum in the air and head down a hatch when I was feeling queasy, but 10 minutes later and we were in watermaking business again. A small but notable personal victory.
Last night: have had better. Seasickness makes me feel like a wrung-out dishcloth - grotty and floppy and grey. So the overwhelming temptation was to lie in my cabin and sleep until I felt better. But I couldn't lax enough to sleep. While I'm near land I'm in danger, and I kep imagining I was about to be run down by a ferry or shipwrecked on a reef.
Eventually dawn came, and life started to seem more tolerable. The seasickness abated, and I was feeling cheerful and positive again by the time the support yacht Aurora came by shortly after sunrise.
Radio Solent rang for a satphone interview at 8am. They passed on a message from the woman who is sailing solo around the world the wrong way. 'Keep going', she said. Seems like good advice.
6.30pm: had another low moment this evening. Couldn't get the camping stove working and let the situation get on top of me. 'This will be the hardest thing you've ever done', Mick Dawson of Woodvale Events had said to me yesterday. I was starting to believe him. I briefly considered advertising for a crewmate because I felt just too lonely. But then I thought about all the people at home who believe I can do this. How could I ever face them again if I don't see this through?
Stubborn pride may not be a noble emotion, but it works.
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30 Nov 2005, 2751.621N,1713.148W,0M
I celebrated my first sunset on board Sedna by being seasick. It was a bit of a low point. The wind had temporarily turned against me, the early start to my day was catching up with me, and I momentarily felt very small and very alone.
I'm intending to write more but just had to nip outside to be sick again. Will upload this now so you know I'm still alive, and will try to write more later when I will (hopefully) feel better.
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500,000 calories - 102 kg of food, including 300 snack bars, 100 sachets of porridge, 7 kg dried milk, 140 sachets of hot chocolate. The photo shows my mother dividing up my huge quantities of provisions into ration packs for my time at sea.
In addition to the food, there are 940 wet wipes, 6 tubes of sun cream, 4 tubes of nappy salve, an enormous first aid kit, a 20kg liferaft, axes, cooking fuel, toolkits, buckets, ropes, para-anchor, lifejacket, ropes, drogues, and assorted bits of technology.
Put aside the expedition-specific items for the moment, and just consider what it takes to keep body and soul together for 3 months, without the option of popping out to the shops. It's staggering. I'll be taking close to twice my bodyweight in food with me. Makes me wonder how on earth this tiny planet of ours manages to support such a huge population, all of us consuming, consuming. How does it do it? And how much longer can it continue?
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Pending the arrival of adequate oars, it seemed as good a time as any to do some retail therapy. Manolo Blahniks? Prada? No. Musto, cargo nets and safety harness. And a quick catch-up with my one cash sponsor, the Happy Hippy Colin Habgood. And his mate Peter Lewer, seen here enjoying a fine repast in the Mariners' Restaurant at the Boat Show. Also had the chance to see the Rowgirls, similarly indulging in a spending spree on strobe lights and other such wardrobe essentials. No girl should leave home without one.
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