I am in Saudi Arabia for a short job, inspecting a couple of ships. Its quite warm and everything is covered in sand, not really my type of place but I should be able to top up the boat fund and carry on preparing for next summer.
Anyway, I went offshore yesterday and got marooned on a ship overnight. With not much to do I started flicking back on the laptop through old photos. I was surprised to see that I was in Pelican, Alaska on this date – TWO years ago!
Pelican was an interesting place, the sort of place not many people get to as it’s off the beaten track. I remember interesting and friendly people, a library with good WiFi, fresh salmon and good beer. Very enjoyable.
Flicking forward in time to one year ago I found a photo of the underside of the mast where it exits the coach roof, with bits of wood smashed up to make makeshift mast wedges. At the time I was on my way from San Francisco to Hawaii, it was a bit disconcerting when some mast wedges dropped out and creaks started emanating from the mast. I think the change of climate may have caused the wooden wedges to shrink a bit as we headed south. I was happy to have fixed the problem and arrived in Hawaii where I made a more permanent fix once in port.
This year I find myself offshore Saudi Arabia. I haven’t been in these waters since I was a young man working on a pioneering SBM project to service the super-tankers of the day. We managed to achieve amazing things with very little equipment – maybe because we didn’t understand we could fail. There are far more platforms, barges, rigs and workboats around than the old days – it’s a very busy place now.
By this evening I should be back onshore and writing up my reports. Then its back on the plane in a couple of days, back to New Zealand and the winter weather.
Last night was cool, for the first time since Hawaii I had track pants on with a long-sleeved fleece shirt. We are certainly out of the tropics now and I can expect more cold weather when we hit the south westerly winds later this evening. I will dig out my thermals tomorrow – just in case.
Its only seven hundred miles to Opua in New Zealand but I can’t sail there direct due to weather. So, we continue our foray to the west. The sailing weather had been light but pleasant after a bit of rolling last night and we have kept moving nicely in the light airs.
For the past couple of days I have been cutting bits off my stock of carrots. There is some rot that is turning them black and wet. Unfortunately, the carrots are now so far gone as to be unusable. I ate what I could (should be seeing well in the dark tonight) and disposed of the remainder. The bread I bought in Tonga has also gone mouldy. In fact, all the fresh food I purchased in Tonga is deteriorating quickly. I suppose that’s the price you pay for nice fresh food without preservatives or radiation sickness. No doubt if I had bought the food from an American supermarket it would still be looking fresh a month from now.
This evening I am expecting to pass through a front and the current northerly wind will swing to the south and increase. Already I can feel a difference in the sea so I suppose the action is only a couple of hours away.
As they say in football – today has been a day of two halves. From midday to midnight we romped along, reefed down, in twenty knot winds doing a comfortable six knots. At midnight, we had clocked seventy plus miles and all was good. After midnight we ran into a rain squall (probably a front) and after a brief flurry the wind disappeared.
Since midnight we have been ghosting along and now have the jib poled out to port and doing three to four knots in glorious weather but not much breeze. The forecasters wanted to give us twenty knots again today – oh how wrong they got it.
It looks like this light weather has blown our planned ETA for the 21st in Neiafu, we will most likely arrive on Tuesday now. Just another day to wait for a cold beer – maybe I should drink an extra one to compensate.
Last night we watched ‘Men in Black 3’ in the cockpit. Great movie – they don’t need to make any more MIB’s. The weather is still hot but absolutely no complaints. Two fishing boats turned up last night, the first vessels we have seen since leaving Christmas Island.
At lunch time today we used the last of our eggs. One was a floater so went over the side to Davie Jones. Fresh food is almost finished now, all that is remaining is a large onion from Honolulu. It still looks in perfect condition so suspect it has a similar upbringing to the atomic (never go ripe) tomatoes I experienced in Alaska. Total Voyage distance 1,130 miles.