Two days ago, thunder rumbles between gray clouds, And at night, What we expected: thunderous and dazzling rays illuminating with his glow the already dark panorama itself. What a nochecita! More or less strong flashing rains and around us hundreds of giant sparks falling into the sea from the clouds. Very black everything. You don't see the stars that normally guide us as if it were a compass, nor is the direction of the roars waves appreciate to try to navigate comfortable and without pending. In short, The course is the one that allows us the dark.
You don't see the stars that normally guide us as if it were a compass, nor is the direction of the roots waves appreciate
The rowing conditions are painful, Everything is soaked, both for the breaking and the relentless downpour throughout the night. It's cold, cold! Yesterday, just as dark and without sun; The batteries begin to be low and we must economize energy, So don't fear if we don't send any mail for a few days. This morning, more of the same, But for our joy the wind and the currents have been favorable and have helped us to advance faster. Of 09.00 UTC yesterday 14, to 09.00 today, 43 navigated miles. Boards, But better than in previous days.
Well, They are not all sorrows. Once the storm is calm, At the time of food it occurred to me to put a hook to the cane and throw it to see what was happening ..., Well, after a few minutes a small gold fought in the pan; I swear, I knew Gloria. Tomorrow we will try again, Let's see if a more spring relative falls. Now, already more adapted to marine life, We have gone from the anarchic three -hour shifts to the specific program designed by our coach.
Almost suspended in the air we could show a more immense ocean, If possible
It was curious to observe on days of relative calm and sunny time huge waves, high and extensive that, Despite its six or seven meters high, They were not dangerous. They approached fast, And how soft wandering hills raised us to its crest. Almost suspended in the air we could show a more immense ocean, If possible. Later, And from its lowest point, We had an impressive water cliff. Surely, how many occasions it happened to us, The capricious nature wanted us to feel insignificant but great at the same time.
There are two types of waves: Free and forced. The former are rarely. Virtually unappreciable on the high seas, They form soft hills up to about three meters high, about, But whose speed can reach hundreds of kilometers per hour and that when they reach the coast they invade beyond the coast, being able to cause considerable destruction. This phenomenon is known with the Japanese term of tsunami. Instead, The forced waves - or common - are caused by atmospheric depressions accompanied by active winds and are located in a reduced sea sector. These cause changes to their surface as the action of the winds that form them is accentuated, increasing its height in 30 centimeters for each mile per hour of wind. They can exceed a height of more than seven meters and generate a force of dozens of tons per square meter when crashing against the coast.
On more occasions of the desired waves were so strong, Big and brutal that, closer to us to us seemed to want to swallow us
My survival instinct was exacerbated when the sea was raging and became increasing, moved and unsettling. With great waves, Every second it became a challenge not to cauture out and keep the boat on the course, If you could, clear. Although many times it was not that important but just keep floating. On more occasions of the desired waves were so strong, Big and brutal that, closer to us to us seemed to want to swallow us. Its 3 or 4 approaching feet roaring and white foam rode with such fury that made us fear that we could not leave them alive. When you reach, could only directing strength to neutralize the vessel so as not to traverse the wave but will surf.
Our GPS navigation system then in an instant passing mark the 1,5 the 2 knots, our speed to medium 18, what made us fly over water. Be planning over the crest of the wave, or better said, of the Death Crest, feel the end is on your tail. Seeing them come think with horror: ¡Going to fuck up the issue! When they come on you and you only hear the rumble caused by your roar, You don't stop thinking about this?, and uf… passed!, Excuses relieved when each of them passed, wishing that the following does not arrive. He repeated me continuously: But what do I do here playing my life? Segregating adrenaline in bolbotones and even with tremendous scare, I felt amazed to stay there. Experienced a mixture of worries: The mouth dried and the cold sweat that invaded me became hot. They were some of the most painful moments of my life; I seemed to be throwing a pulse to a Nature unceremoniously willing to stop at nothing and capable of wiping out everything in its path found. Then came a relative calm and the boat control became more bearable. When the conditions were almost forgotten that feeling of danger; The mind could not bear it continuously.
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