I have just realized I have not written anything new for ages now! The date of the last post is 1 September 2017, and so much happened in our life since then! We had a great sailing trip in the third week of September last year and have passed our RYA Coastal training and got our certificates. I have found the best way to deal with my seasickness (I have written an article gathering all remedies I could find and for me personally number 5 combined with number 7 is the real deal (https://windtravelers.wordpress.com/2017/06/02/seasickness-remedies-do-they-really-work/). I have managed to cook pasta for everyone while we were slowly drifting on a Baltic Sea, so our friend could catch some cod! It was delicious!
The distance between Shetland and Faroe Islands is similar.
After two days on Shetland I was braving myself for another passage of 55 or more hours.
At this point I knew what to expect, I knew how the seasickness felt and what 4 or less hours of sleep, every 4 hours, could do to me. I knew how hard it is to keep the boat on the course, fighting against strong winds, and how not to lose my bearings when the boat and absolutely everything, including myself, is moving violently up and down, up and down, up and down… no break… up and down…
On Friday morning we were not aware that our exam for a Yachtsman Certificate will be taking place in the afternoon. I was still battling with myself whatever to try it or not, but I am not a quitter, so even though it was a hard decision I knew I would try, there was no doubt about it. A month before we went to Poland I implemented a hard learning regime at our home driving Marcin mad with asking him to read the materials we were given at least once. At the end he just gave up and was spending some evenings on reading about Theory of Sailing and Meteorology, lying quite relaxed on our bed while I was trying not to lose my head over Yacht Construction and Sailing Regulations.
I was sailing, holding the tiller and observing the sails, constantly moving my head around like a dog following the scent in order to guess the wind direction.
– You can sit, when you sit you are sailing much much better – said Krystian for the hundredth time.
Yep, I knew that, but the problem which I had was not seeing where I was sailing if I was sitting. I needed to lift myself up from time to time to assess the situation, but I kept forgetting to sit back. When you sit you are more relaxed, your legs are not killing you in the evening, just your arms muscles and your hands from controlling the ropes.
Another night at the marina was quiet and noisy at the same time. I was lying in my bed trying to imagine how I would feel if we were in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea trying to get from Malta to Crete or from Turkey to Italy, pulling a “nighter”. It did not scare me at all. I had a feeling that I would love it – the sense of freedom and being so close with nature on my own applied to me rather strongly. Parcifal was slowly rocking me into the sleep but I kept looking thorough small skylight above my head, watching darkening sky losing its golden sunset colours. The ropes of our and neighbouring boats were banging on masts and I could hear ducks talking quietly with each other. In the evenings, when everyone apart from us and few people went home, the marina was quieting down, getting ready to sleep.
– I like that you are not a chicken.
I looked at Krystian a little bit surprised. Does he really think that? Just because I did not say no when he asked if I wanted to try and sail? I was standing holding tiller and trying to understand what is going on with the boat and sails. Well, at the beginning I was not getting very far, but what else could I do? If you do not try you never learn and you never know if you like something or not.
– Just keep us away from the nets over there.
I almost had a heart attack immediately imagining that I am taking us all straight into the middle of fishing fields and we all are going to sink! Some bizarre pictures of dead fishes and nets around our necks went through my head. Perhaps I still was not quite sober and with lack of sleep my imagination went on a wild run.
I was looking at a huge bag we were about to take with us on a yacht we were going to stay for a week while trying to learn how to sail. As always life showed me I did not need and I did not use a half of the things I packed. And for a moment, when we were packing at home, I thought I am not going over the board. How naive!