Hello, while Peter rema write chronicles today. I hope I get seasick in the cab with his head down writing-usually happens-and I trust also find it entertaining. I want to relate to you the latest 24 hours to give you an idea of ??how this board. We started the day at 04.00 hours. The alarm clock and it's time for me to start the first round; for Pedro, still two hours of sleep, and best of all, only in our spacious cabin.
The last thing I can identify is the Wind, that pass between the boat helpful hums soft and harmonious
Outside is all a bit wet, but the temperature is good; with only a shirt can be. I settle at the oars, take the desired course and rowing ...! To satisfy the curiosity of Alejo, tell you everything you see and hear at night rowing. Not the moon, which has been hidden by the west, but there are those that do not fail: the stars-when it is cloudy, clear-. The show is wonderful star, makes me shudder. Quite often some are fleeting and although I am not superstitious soil make a wish every time, always the same. Noises are few and clearly identifiable: the first, the water. The boat makes a sound when moving nice and bubbly; also heard, yes, more brute, the agitation caused by the oars to enter the water. The last thing I can identify is the Wind, that pass between the boat helpful hums soft and harmonious. At night, with each stroke, to move water and stir plankton are whirling about green phosphorescent dots. While rowing and watch all this, occasionally have to check with the magnetic compass that we are on course. Do not know why, but this turn four to six in the morning is when I usually have emergency physiological. Nothing happens, we are always ready and potty routine learned. In five minutes I'm back at the oars.
This hour is peaceful, I start to think about many things and time just flies. At six least five awake to Peter. Guttural sound is heard from inside the cabin, I do not like much up to that time. Well, shift change; I sleep and my partner to row. Since I lie down until it notifies me five to eight, I found myself just seconds, Sleep is a stretch of deep… Nothing, to keep paddling. I fail to settle at the oars when Peter already sleeping in the cabin.
Prepare the Sarten, a little olive oil and ate the skinny-flying fish of exquisite taste-and the usual cereals.
Very shortly begin to dawn. The process takes between twenty and twenty five minutes from start to dawn. Light up a first intense fuchsia highest clouds: cirrus, then means: clusters. Appearing, the solar disc on the horizon you can look directly because the intensity of its light is dimmed by haze. Then, rays begin to penetrate the gaps left by the scattered clouds that form different
Figures. After sunrise interesting nothing happens. At ten least five awake again to Peter and change. As you begin to prepare breakfast muesli-exquisite-, I said that last night a flying fish landed on our deck, I wiped and is with a little water in a lunchbox. Prepare the Sarten, a little olive oil and ate the skinny-flying fish of exquisite taste-and the usual cereals. We discuss how little we are fishing and how much we apetecería good or mahi-mahi doradito. So besides the starboard drag Currica that prepared a series of hooks that threw water on the port side about twenty feet from the boat. If we did not catch the big, to see if at least some small drop.
For lunch Pedro on prepared food - not so bad, quite the contrary-but throughout her commenting on how good we'd be a little fish… ¡Month, month, month ...! At noon we paddle with a torrid sun bothers anyone; little wind and, consequently, poco advance the knot the least-. On 17.00 hours and could not stand more heat and I hit a dip. How refreshing! Just climb back on board called the father of Peter, and after chatting with him and ask for his son answered: "No, not at this time. He's gone to buy bread ". He was silent for a few seconds and when reacted,
broke into laughter.
As the sun, Pedro was preparing the camera to take some pictures when… Guess! right behind the boat saw a fish jump
Then I turned on the computer and went online to receive mail. There were a few; I read them aloud and had a good time. It's really comforting to hear news, good feelings and displays of affection. Maria Angeles: we laughed a lot with the joke of the glasses and panties.
As the sun, Pedro was preparing the camera to take some pictures when… Guess! right behind the boat saw a fish jump. Peak one! Me-says-, No, two! I look and say it was only one. All this in the six hooks we had to port. We started to pick up and it turned out that we brought four fish hooked! Not too big, yes, but with the desire I had to savor!
You can imagine the joy that we invaded in a second. We had dinner. We prepared some mashed that, along with the fishies, it tasted like heaven. The mood was jubilant and we talked for a while.
At 22.00 finished my last shift, so I prepared everything and the deserved rest! Peter, who in the morning begins later-now it's up paddle until 00.00 hours. Good night. Today, Tomorrow is already yesterday, I will continue with my story a bit because things have also happened. When I got to the turn of the 08.00, ruminated: Why not put the cane? It was still dark. Nothing, to 10 minutes of the bait in the water, ¡Again! The buzzer fishing reel! And you know what? We hoisted aboard a beautiful golden about two kilos. He dispatched between breakfast and lunch and before we close this chronic fish
another, ¡Ya van ocho! [Mail sent on 24 October
2001]
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