January 28. 2009 at 13:15
The days are slipping by and one day is very much like another. It is only when you get a phone call that you can tell the difference between Wednesday and Sunday. Time simply doesn’t matter that much to you. The pace of your life is determined by the wind charts received by satellite. Today, the little arrows tell you that in two days, you will finally pick up the westerly flow, which will push you along towards the north. So time for you is judged by the dot on the chart and where you should be, if all goes well. The coast of Europe is now in front of you with the large arc of the Bay of Biscay and the port of Les Sables. You’re already thinking about it. You already have a good idea of when you’ll be there, but for the time being, you want to enjoy the sailing as you continue your voyage around the world.
The days are slipping by and one day is very much like another. It is only when you get a phone call that you can tell the difference between Wednesday and Sunday. Time simply doesn’t matter that much to you. The pace of your life is determined by the wind charts received by satellite. Today, the little arrows tell you that in two days, you will finally pick up the westerly flow, which will push you along towards the north. So time for you is judged by the dot on the chart and where you should be, if all goes well. The coast of Europe is now in front of you with the large arc of the Bay of Biscay and the port of Les Sables. You’re already thinking about it. You already have a good idea of when you’ll be there, but for the time being, you want to enjoy the sailing as you continue your voyage around the world.
Este é o texto da Sam Davies, a menina bonita da vela oceânica...e a cara da ROXY, nesta regata!!!
É a mais pura das verdades...quando andamos no mar esquecemo-me de tudo, e as coisas ganham um tempo próprio, que acompanha o movimento do barco... reduzindo tudo ao mais simples dos gestos...às vezes uma chamada pelo rádio VHF é a excitação da tarde...
Planeia-se partir...mas nem sempre se fazem logo os preparativos para chegar... Andar à vela, mais que regatas e andamentos sempre no limite do barco, é isto...é o perder relógio no pulso e guiarmo-nos pelo sol, pelas vontades...pelo embalar das ondas...
Enfim, desabafos de quem está no escritório a fazer uma pausa no trabalho...
Para todos aqueles que achavam que as grandes regatas em solitário eram só para marinheiros de barba rija e com mau feitio...
Está hoje em 4º lugar, e a cerca de 3350 milhas do fim da Vendée Globe de 2008/2009...
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