Días de borrasca. Nos vemos mustios; el tiempo se siente mustio. Huraños, más callados, sin sonrisa, sin sol. Ansiamos su calor. De igual modo que los paneles solares cargan las baterías con su luz, So we also aspire to have our spirit lifted. Pero no asoma. Atmósfera cargada, cerrada, plomiza. Frentes tormentosos que traen nubarrones, rays, truenos y mucha melancolía.
Cielo gris, opaco, sad, que infunde desánimo. Nada que ver con aquel azul esplendoroso del que hasta entonces gozábamos de día, o la serena y oscura quietud de noches estrelladas. Anhelamos respirar otra vez el sol, sentir su radiación, sintonizar con su frecuencia. Necesitamos que nos recargue de nuevo el espíritu, el alma. No wonder the suicide rate is higher in countries with similar weather.
Paddled in the rain with strong winds and gusts of more than temporary 35 knots. The clothing choice was not adequate to support these so extreme inclement, soaking and calándonos to the core. The cold water runs through our skin reminding us that we are intruders in this environment so inhospitable, so brutal. At first the storm made a certain grace, but after the first few hours, No!
The clothing choice was not adequate to support these so extreme inclement
While hovering around 19 ° C, the same temperature but with wind gusts of more than 50 km / h, gives us a wind chill of about 7 at 9 ° C. The boundary layer of air surrounding the body, of only a few millimeters thick, decreases rapidly due to water and wind.
The GPS tells us to go back. The feeling is of helplessness. We tried to paddle even knowing that we can not go against the current and wind. How much will this last? It tortures us to think that it could last for weeks. The storm caused by the tail of Hurricane Olga has deviated from our course over 60 miles, 60 endless miles that we will have to paddle. What horror, we are moving to Barbados! Our minds are at rock bottom, I do not know if this may mean the first signs of the onset of a depression ...
The storm caused by the tail of Hurricane Olga has deviated from our course over 60 miles
Yesterday, in my last shift of the day, rowed as apathetic and very cold, We think that perhaps continued to look bad in front of the mi compañero, in the knew exactly why, but las olas y Vientos against paddling towards it in vain, without advance, like a robot and with the cross-Tues. Suddenly, Note a change in wind direction to stem it then it came from the south and southwest and roll al hence Westbound.
The situation got worse: ahora me enfrentaba a wind bow al totally opposite direction required. Exhausted and frustrated, Loosen them oars; I left it as impossible. Pancho would have done the same - I consoled myself, Hierro trying to remove al-issue. I felt like a child left to die; low temperatures and incessant rain prevented escape from this hell frozen. I totally slaughtered encontraba, convinced that it was unbearable, sorry have embarked and scared that we did not leave alive.
I totally slaughtered encontraba, convinced that it was unbearable
After a buen mouse, the breeze to roll back north going west and I opened a ray of hope. Well!, exclaimed. Now I know if I go to sleep, tomorrow was a new day, or keep rowing, but the frozen sea spray of water with the wind whipped my face dispelled any doubts; was clear, should go to rest immediately. Resigned and inward, watched the full moon reflected in a raging sea intermittently black, how they appeared and vanished his flashes in whitecaps encabritadas.
As I watched the horizon knew that the new wind direction allowed us to continue with relative ease to the south and recover some of the lost miles in the days before, but ... I had no more desire to paddle, my mind had made up my mind to go to bed. My eyelids suggested I was already well, that a rest was what came at that time. I only had to transport my body two meters and lie down, desired abandon a lethargy. No! I continue to Barbados!, I screamed wordlessly. The thought echoed in my brain and shook me abruptly. The north wind raged more and the waves found, those from southern and northern New, crashed hard. I plucked up courage and I held back the oars. A euphoria reloaded my body almost supernatural power. Would, and now could, slip to the south and that encouraged me. Despite the cold of the night and take a seat uncomfortable and wet, my morale was fed by an inexhaustible source of positivity. I remembered that the main feature of the people who succeed in life depends on its coefficient of optimism. Me puse paddling and singing.
A euphoria reloaded my body almost supernatural power. Would, and now could, slip southward
Tiredness forgotten, I decided to continue rowing until Pancho wake. We could not miss the new and favorable weather. I almost forgot: to return to the oars, how could it be otherwise, began to unleash another downpour that once again soaked what was already wet, but all in all it was worth.
Regarding hurricanes, World Meteorological Organization, in his report of the season 2001 in connection with the Atlantic, reported that their activity was much higher than normal. During the month of November of that year led to three hurricanes, what ever previously recorded. Hurricane Olga -24 November 6 December 2001 - was considered an unusual cyclone because it maintained tropical characteristics even after the end of its regular cycle. There were fifteen named storms, eight of which became hurricanes. From June to December these phenomena caused constant winds 235 km / h (gusting to 270 km / h) and any move reached along 4.155 km, counted at all 90 related death.
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