Rise and shine to a sliver of a moon, brights Venus below and a warm glow along the horizon. 3 nautical miles to the Equator. Travlling at 6 knots / hour, we have 30 minutes…I awoke Brian with 30’ to go (map minutes not time minutes). He filmed our last moments in the Northern hemisphere, I gave and offering of a dreadlock from Cher and I and a lock of Brian’s hair, all woven together, to the sea. The three of us worked hard so that Brian and I could be here. Hopefully Cher is en route soon behind us.
The Southern hemisphere is like a whole new world: sun and sea, water and sky…forever… Some clouds, a small squall…okay, it’s the exact same but we are edging closer and closer to land. I need a shady tree.
As I scan back through my log, one word stands out from each page:
promise water experience secured human blues relax plastic cruising veer seasickness pitchblack winches stabilized realm descended reluctant sputtered oasis courage flopped breeze contemplate banana bread cool ocean star sank comprehensions sapphire squeaks ginger apple sauce breathed vantage keel discover anchor ember wooden recycler forces plotting side moot duct tape trek ceased gauge sounding everything leapt breath barge she’d directly fruitful justify pulverize puzzle pineapple turbulent…
Perhaps a quick overview, or am I going loco?
Starting to feel like a guinea pig but I don’t see test tubes or beakers, a few cameras belong to us but what if they are spying on us through our town technology?! Who are they and what are they doing with all their free time, watching us?
But seriously, jokes aside, this is one weird self-imposed experimental experience…on a boat, low on sleep and showers, without contact from the outside world, surrounded by water with no choice of throwing in the towel. Put two lovely young souls, strangers before this experiment, within 12 metres of each other, to go to a foreign land with no fresh produce left for an unspecified amount of time….GO!
I am probably tripping out…yes, when I hit an island, terra firma, I shall say “Woooah that was a triiip!”…a salty trip… Less than 600 miles to go.
The snozeberries taste like snozeberries…I edited the analysises then put cinnamon in it…
How does it feel to be without a home
A complete unknown like a rolling stone
How does it feel to be on your own
No direction home, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
~Bob Dylan
I see the end of the rainbow, but what more is a rainbow than colours out of reach? ~The Avett Brothers, Swept Away
~The Avett Brothers, Laundry Room
@7pm
0°36 ½’ S!
134° 57’ W
Traveled 118 nautical miles
~2 – 6 knots / hour
Breakfast: ??
Lunch: ??
Dinner: going to crazy to record such sane details…
Green in the Blue 
Jun 07, 2011 @ 10:10:22
Yikes! Cabin fever at sea.