Day 30 continued.
I can’t remember much about today, it’s all too far away and one day is now blurring into the next. All I remember is that today was the last day of the no wind/westerlies. I’m pretty excited. 2 weeks ago I was talking about there being 3 weeks left. Still talking about there being three weeks left! I’m now entering week 5 and was hoping I’d be somewhere nearing the home straight but now, I just have to take each shift as it comes. Someone was asking about water onboard. Everyday I desalinate the sea water (I told an audience once that I had slowly trained myself to drink salt water and had adapted my body, they believed me but quickly realised I was teasing when I told them I had a machine that converted sea water to cider.) reverse osmosis perhaps? I usually fill a couple of water bottles and my sports ones. I’m not a big drinker so it lasts a while. If the Watermaker died a death I have some reserve and a hand pump which ive been told you sweat more pumping than you make! Sounds great
So the winds changed yes, and some miles were made but not many. Turns out the wind is a SE so now pushing me north west back to the system I’m trying to avoid. Brilliant!
Lost the will to live twice today. Sun came up, couldn’t get the boat moving in the right direction at a sensible speed and started to wonder why I was being tested. All I asked for was some normal decent winds and I get everything else. Have been so excited to start moving again and now my boat feels like a lead balloon in treacle.
I’m sitting here wondering if the couple of miles is worth the effort and I am questioning my strength. It’s gusty so my boat changes direction the whole time and I’m trying to stop it going north…
Bingo I figured it out. There is seaweed everywhere and once reaslising I had a massive piece stick on my rudder, back to a somewhat relatively easier life. And the wind changes slightly and I’m back up to speed. It’s all temporary if a little painful at times!
Much the same as yesterday so thought I’d write about my day, my ‘routine’ so to speak.
Now,I’m not one for routine, in fact I hate constraints and lack of flexibility. This may have caused me issues as ‘getting into a routine’ early on, I’d advised, or perhaps it has allowed me to ‘enjoy’ my journey a bit more. No idea. I do however,try to make sure I’m out rowing for at least 12hrs a day but when I put the hours in is dictated by how I’m feeling rather than a rule I’ve set myself in advance.
Let’s say the day starts at 6.30am. It’s dark and probably more like 4.3am local time but ive stuck to UK time for ease. Sometimes I’m up at 5.30 pottering, having breakfast (large portion museli mix thing and dried fruit I made before leaving), contemplating going back to sleep, chatting to my video diary (kept me sane without a doubt but I pity the production crew who will have to listen to the inner thinkings of Kiko!). I’ll do 2 hrs rowing normally bringing me to sunrise. From then on in, I have now settled to 2 hrs on and 30-40 mins off meaning that by midnightdepending on how I feel (sometimes this is 10.30 or maybe even 2am) I am done for the day and I go to bed. Most often with the intention of getting back up to row more but have found my body is dead and can’t move (at this point I weigh up the benefits of sleep over miles!!). Generally sleep wins! Naughty and I have a mental guilt battle with myself about whether I’m being lazy, if I have earned it or if my body really is that patalysed that I must have more zeds
In my breaks I power nap, check emails, write my blog (I lose sleep to keep you updated so hope you are appreciating and enjoying!), tidy the boat, wash some clothes, clean the bottom of the boat, phone Angus for weather updates, clean and air my bottom (too much information?!) and then it’s time to get back out. I eat on the go. It’s an opportunity to have a 1 minute (maybe this is optimistic?!) break, stand and shake my poor withering body (definitely more fat than muscle now – will be looking half athlete half slob by the time I arrive!) and make some water. I row while fill a bottle or two for the day ahead.
And that’s it. While i sleep the boat does it thing and hopefully, when the wind is good, it blows me in the right direction with some speed but as you’ll all know, this hasn’t been the case for a lot of the time so sometimes I barely go anywhere or in a less than ideal direction. It can also take a good few minutes of my snooze time to figure out the best rudder and daggerboard combination to get it all setup. Painful when all I want to do is snooze! Sometimes I’m naughty and anticipate this time and take it out of rowing time. Maybe that’s why I’m behind schedule!!
I think that’s it. Pretty simple, boring and monotonous. After ever two hours I long for the little break but knowing that I have another and another and another and another (you get the picture), it’s a wonder how one mentally carries on but then I look around and realise there’s not much else to do and no other choice really! No bus stops or distractions so another shift it will be. 5pm is sweetie time and at night I have my iPad for some series and film viewing – both help massively.
One day at a time, one shift at a time, one stroke at a time. I’m getting there (hoping for a 49 day arrival now so fingers crossed, a world record and first solo woman under 50days….but life never goes to plan so let’s see!
Loving the support thank you as always and sorrry can’t answer all emails messages etc (don’t have direct access or time either) much love from nearly 1000nm left stage – the home straight!