16 May 2012 | Day Seven to Vanuatu
15 May 2012
Wind has backed into south southwest, sea has become a lazy rolling 3 meters (giving one a feeling of power and vastness without getting slapped about) and brisk progress toward Vanuatu (for a shortish waterline) may get us in early tomorrow evening. Dinner prep included grilling sausage on the rail without loss. Shorts, T-shirts and bare feet are sufficient accoutrement with now balmy temps. How boring. Where's the challenge, the adventure, the character building stimulation? In an unrelated note, crew have been observed casting furtive glances, frowning and muttering about food - fruitcake, nuts, bananas and crackers.
Which brings to light a quandary. While a preponderance is convinced solo sailors are quite mad, they can provide, given no first-hand observation, minimal real proof. However, although sharing the adventure with an enthusiastic partner is wonderful, delightful and several other adjectives that are inappropriate or escape me at the moment, the fact that aboard ship one exhibits interesting, anomalous behavior including talking to himself, disagreeing and occasionally losing resulting arguments, can place his sovereignty in peril. Fortunately, in this case due to roughly equivalent levels of certifiability, a policy of mutually assured destruction (oddly enough MAD) maintains sanguinity.
How many out there know that Nut is the Egyptian sky goddess who eats the Sun at night and gives birth to it in the morning? Oh sure, now!