They say hindsight is an exact science. Mojito (me in this case, the skipper) chose a more northerly route to Faial over a more north easterly route. It was really a coin toss about which route to take. The northerly route brought us faster into the Gulf Stream with enough lift from the current to slice off one and a half days worth of sailing to Faial. Although 80nm longer, the wind speeds was higher and more consistent. The north easterly route was shorter with lighter winds. That is why I chose our route. This is were hindsight comes into play. The Gulf Stream so far, had only adverse currents to our course. Although the winds are consistent and the speeds high , the current is so strong, in the wrong direction, we cannot make headway. These past 24 hours we had the worst run ever – 50 nm -. We are hoping for a wind direction change to SE from the current N. Then only can Mojito run the rhumb-line to Faial. [Read more…]
It is with a heavy heart that I write this blog. There is serious mutiny on Mojito. Since
yesterday, am, we have been sailing in winds between 25 to 30 knots. Breaking seas all over the place. Squalls rolling through every hour on the hour. It is cold and wet. The waves are pounding Mojito on her beam. She shudders every time a really big one hits her side. It sounds as if someone is throwing stones at us.
First Henry, the autopilot, point blank refused to try on keep the boat on course. I know Henry and this must be seriously heavy seas to make him quit. So we have been hand steering for the past 24 hours. That is hard as we have to fight to keep on course. This is REAL sailing, mind you. You cannot walk, sit, stand or sleep without being jolted about. [Read more…]
Wednesday 18 May -the official start to Azores was scheduled for 1pm in St Georges Harbour. Nineteen boats, 1800 nm. Twenty minutes before the start we could not get our anchor up. Poor Mojito was trying her best to pull it out as we, and all the other boats in the rally, giving advice, thought it was stuck fast in the mud. “Fred” ‘s three surfer dudes, diving masks ready, came alongside to offer assistance. Trevor, Mojito’s our own “surfer dude” from the desert, said no-way those young guys will touch his anchor! [Read more…]