1. When we spent the night in Gatun Lake, in the middle of the Panama Canal, we moored on this giant buoy. Brian took this excellent picture of me, looking like a dead elf, sleeping next to it. I don´t know why it´s so funny to me. Maybe because the buoy sort of looks like a boob.2. Everything´s super dramatic when you´re fixing something at the bow or the mast and that can be amusing.
I was just thinking about this day when we were hove-to and Aaron and I were trying to get the bowlight working. The bow was smashing up and down. We´re getting smashed with waves. The wind is only blowing 30, but I walk like an 80-yr old to the bow, clipped in, hair flying around, arms full of tools. "AAAAARON, TAKE THIS SCREWDRIVEEERRRR," I say. "IT WILL HELP YOUUUU WITH YOUR TASSSSSSSSSSK."
"OKAYYYYYYY," he says. "THANNNNNKS. CAN YOU GET ME A SMALLER ONE, SOME WD40, PAPER TOWELS, A ZIP TIE, AND WAIT, HOLD THIS" "OKAYYYYYYYYY. BE RIIIGHT BACK." ... it´s just that everything´s so noisy and wet that you can´t help but feel like you´re out there saving the world. Same goes for being up the mast. I think the lesson here is: Discomfort plus hard of hearing = drama/extreme feelings of usefulness.
"OKAYYYYYYY," he says. "THANNNNNKS. CAN YOU GET ME A SMALLER ONE, SOME WD40, PAPER TOWELS, A ZIP TIE, AND WAIT, HOLD THIS" "OKAYYYYYYYYY. BE RIIIGHT BACK." ... it´s just that everything´s so noisy and wet that you can´t help but feel like you´re out there saving the world. Same goes for being up the mast. I think the lesson here is: Discomfort plus hard of hearing = drama/extreme feelings of usefulness.
For the record, I think the world could be saved with a zip tie and some WD40.
