Log 6; Azores – North Atlantic

08.07 Day 38: Departure Azores
I’m tremendously happy I decided to stop in Horta, what a place and community. I`m possibly overirrigating my experience after the social, culinary and sleep deprivation the five weeks prior, but it felt truly great to have a taste of home, Europe.
The departure was a scene taken straight out of a overly sentimental movie, as Chilli strolled out of the marina and around the anchorage to wave goodbye to all new friends.
Back on the blue, feels like being back at the office after a dreamlike vacation in a dimension containing solid ground, other humanoids, port wine and green vegetation, but ok, last leg. Feels like I’m almost home, just another 2000nm to go and the weather prognosis is good. Should go fast.

09.07 Day 39
No wind, but favourable current and good speed with the engine. It`s nice to not worrying about running out of fuel. My conservative estimation of 20 days to Norway will most likely be less, possibly almost a week less.
I feel pretty bad, nausea without really being seasick. Attempt to shake it off with a good swim in the fresh water and “Old stuff still does the trick” by Farmers Market on sax, impossible to play but the “adhd-rabbit-state” this music induces is always fun. Reality is the totality of experience, so adding a bit Balkan jazz to this slightly miserable state balances the equation somewhat.



10.07 Day 40
Two years since departure from Oslo!
How times have changed, I feel way more experienced and grown up, but at the same time younger.
Pus off at 03.00 am previous night and Code 0 from morning.


avskjed2.jpg(Departure from Aker Brygge, Oslo, 2 years ago)

22.00; Heard a loud bang, I run up; the huge code 0 has fallen down and lies plastered to the bow and long-side the hull in the water. Rescue operation goes ok. Can`t see any damages to the sail, luckily. The socket-bolt of the block holding the halyard in the top of the mast has snapped. Got to fix it when the sea is flat. We do okay with genoa and fock on poles.


11.07 Day 41
The AIS alarm goes off non-stop for three hours this morning, because of a fishing vessel following me 3nm south, super annoying. The boat has been rocking sideways as if I had lost the keel the whole night, and I just endure this madness of motion and “BEEP, BEEP, silence two min, BEEP” as I try to get some more sleep. Nausea and complete lack of appetite, slice of Abacaxi for breakfast.
Since it`s Mathias` birthday, I make myself a good dinner for the first time since Horta. The Appetite comes back, good move, thanks ginky.

12.07 Day 42
13.07 Day 43
Grey and misty
Clear, sunshine and bath-time
Grey and misty
Fixed the halyard block in the masthead, filled diesel from the three cans at the aft deck, checked the engine, filled motor oil and spliced eyes for the shackles in the new set of genoa sheets I bought in Horta.
“All I know is Tonight” – Jaga Jazzist on the sax
14.07 Day 44
The world is black and white; the water silver and black, scarp white mist everywhere. The horizon is 100m away in all directions, my world is small and the external absent.
Water is flat, which makes it a day for coffee!
Freezing cold and dripping wet outside. Surprisingly lot of birds out here, seems like the same five Albatross-seagulls follows us.
The AIS has been mostly out the past days, and I made another go in fixing it. The unit apart, nothing interesting there. Went over the cabling and the antenna, little bit of wiggling and taking out some coils and suddenly it works! Damn china crap, but ok, Im happy. Hope it get me home.


15.07 Day 45
Pus off at 03.00am, finally. Almost no wind, but hey, 2knt equals 48nm in 24 hours!
It`s almost as much moisture above as below water, and ice cold.
A tanker at three nm ahead of me, no visual contact what so ever.
Donna Lee – Charlie Parker on the sax (maybe in another ten years I’m able to play it?)
Some QSO`s (HAM) with a Spaniard, Italian, Austrian and a German guy; radio in good working order. Good to know. Hope to reach QST-LA on Sunday
Halfway through Douglas Murrays book “The Madness of Crowds”, highly recommended. I`m also lost halfway out in “Papillion” – Henri Charrière, absolutely insane story. Mandatory read before you die. (Why is`t it a Netflix series based on that book yet??)

16.07 Day 46
Sailing has seriously started; top speed of 8.5knots!
Got the Code 0 back up after it went in the water some days ago. Bit of entanglement, but alright. Still whole.
Slow night, so the daily nm count is just above 100nm, but considering that I had about 2.5knts through the night, its pretty great.
Remembered my sub-woofer project I had in mind a year ago; finally built it out of a 10l water-can and gaffa-tape, and wired it all up. Woof woof
I`m now on latitude of Bristol, soon home!

I understand I`ll miss this life, even this strange (so far) never ending solitude, with days which only differ to each other in how the weather is behaving, and my energy level. Miss the purring of Pus, the changing skies, this simple life. Retrospect on the current. I`m also in love with the idea of all the possibilities I`ll have back home. Access to friendly faces, external input, admirable people and the possibility to ask someone else than my self about anything and everything. Stabile ground and routines.
I`m reflecting a lot back on all the phases and chapters of this journey, all the people! (see the crew list on the webpage!) Especially Brazil, what that time did to me, all I learned, what marks it has left and how I miss my girl, friends, Tonanzin (the community) and the wild magic climate and nature there. I`m looking forward actualize the agreement with Filipe, to travel the Amazon river, to the mountains, together, in 2029.
Paradoxically enough, what I look the most forward to is the freedom I do not currently have or have had since I left Norway; real access to a society. It seems so limitless! The grass is always greener, and all of that, and no matter where one are; it`s always possible to make a prison out of it, but it`s all about harvesting the fruits of perspective prom the other side; imagine living the exact same life over and over; what would your next decision look like?



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