DAY 11 - July 20 2019
Here is a little update of the crew aboard :
" This will be one of the last messages at sea. Unless I have time tomorrow morning early. We are about 190 miles from the finish with trade winds which is a little painful. Normally we should go faster especially while descending on the islands ... we will still blame global warming that is turning the weather upside down. Saying of the day '' Molokai channel without wind is like the face of Bellavarde in Val d'Isere without snow..." (Bellavarde is a black level ski slope in France). At our small pace of 8-9 knots, we will need about twenty hours. Unless the wind returns and we can rely on the little legs of the girafon and accelerate. Last night was tough. A lot of grains but especially a rough departure. I had never heeled the girafon like that before. The interior of the boat was a crazy mess. We couldn’t find the kitchen, nor the bathroom, nor the room. The good news is that everything fits in two cubic meters so it was easy to clean up. The bridge was like an explosion of strings, more fear than harm, nothing broke but it was pretty nerve-wracking. The highlight of the night ... the most beautiful sunset to date. I can’t wait to share some with you as soon as I get more coverage. Music M83 and my sunset playlist… special mention to one of my favorite songs ''Truth"' from the original motion picture soundtrack “the next three days” with Russel Crowe. Another highlight of the night ... listening to Genesis and simple minds at 10-11 knots under the full moon. Reminds me of my first nav double-handed with my father (almost 30 years ago). Since we are speaking about music, this morning was full French: Sardou, Balavoine, Goldman, Cabrel, M.Farmer, Black Desire, Gold, and many more. We took a coffee with Coluche ... those who have already made crossings with me will recognize '' Gerard ''. On the food side of things, nothing special ... it was steak and mashed potatoes today with a lot of ketchup... really looking forward to eating tomorrow's lunch. Our host committee is set up. John is at the commands for the sixth time... he knows our habits. we met by chance in 2011 when he was appointed to organize the arrival reception of our Transpac. Since then we have never left each other ... poke, grill meats, salads, and fresh fruit. I’m already dreaming about it… Here is another crossing finally coming to an end. The 6th to Hawaii in 8 years. 2 Transpacs and 4 PacCups... This was truly different from the others. The Pacific Cup is more adapted to our boat and double-handed navigation. The fleet is more homogeneous and especially larger with a real competition on the water. On the Transpac, if you want to be in the average, it takes 50-55 feet and 40 feet is really the minimum… Our little 30-foot baby could be mistaken for a dinghy. We really strained Girafon... we learned a lot ... and we managed to do a few hours at Mach 2 and it was good. We can not leave each other without saying a word to our supporters. Charlie Brown, Paul's teddy bear that has been a great psychological support for his second crossing after the one of the Atlantic. Strong thoughts to our fallen captains. All three of them are up there at the sports bar watching us and guiding us. Dad must be drinking Orangina and commenting on the gybes in murmuring to himself ’’What are they doing, '' Gilles would have opened a bottle of Morgon and had to say we were eating shit, and Scott would have a pint of beer and sent us winds underneath the clouds to speed us up .. Gilles and Scott were with Fred and me in 2011 and we will think about them tomorrow's lunch party. Love, Girafon."
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