Cruel Jokes
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Cruel Jokes

Cruel Jokes

Cruel Jokes

I wrote that I would have considered having rounded the Cape when I was well away from the place.

At 0430 all looked well for my planned exit and route to a waypoint east of the Falklands. At 0530, this is what I came on deck to see. An east wind blowing out of the sun.

Had I overslept by two days? What happen to the westerlies that I was hiding from? That had been in the forecasts for days and were to remain for days? Had someone at NOAA forgot a negative sign in some equation crucial to model output?

I’m heading generally NW looking for the west winds that look to have turned to dust. Judging by the absence of anything like the trough of yesterday, it’s likely futile and the only thing for it is to beat my way out of here going straight upwind. A cruel joke indeed.

Follow my tracks in real-time:


1 Comment
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

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