08 April 2012 | Marina De La Paz
The intricate satellite phone is installed, after many painstaking days of befriending it, it will now kindly link us to any patch of weather, wind, waves, current, map tracking and any forecast we request. It is all integrated with the computer system so emailing and blogging can continue. So not much left now.
You know this is tricky to write that we are “leaving” La Paz because I feel like I am putting an omen on it by stating the fact. However Thursday 12th April we will celebrate our venture off into the wide world together. Just as we did on this date 32 years ago seems appropriate ~ it feels like the right date to take the plunge (again). Oh alright and the fact that the wind is increasing then and the workers will be/should be finished and I have run out of highlighter.
I feel relaxed and calm (surprisingly). Although it is interesting to observe oneself, I am ready for any fuzzy tummy or what one would really expect is ...to feel ‘sick in the gut’ (excuse the term) but... No ~ so far every day is another step closer and that is just the way it is. He who hums has been too busy to hum I have noticed, but with the full dance card he has had this past week I am not surprised. His favourite tune is back in the air now and he has even pulled up his “prize purchase” a bean bag that he found at the ‘swap meet’ today. Things were quiet and I know he wasn’t in the bilge as the hatch was shut so I go look see up the mast. I found him in the sun relaxing for the first time since we arrived. We are just awaiting the 2nd crew member to fly in tonight to join us and if things go to plan then he will settle in over the next few days. We will nudge the last of the tradesmen off the duck board and untie the ropes on Thursday the wind will pick us up and away we will sail. La Condesa Del Mar bound for French Polynesia, you remember the place where people only smile? First land we will sight will be the Marquesas Islands 3,500nm approximately 21-30days.
*Oh and another thing I heard there would be, fruit aplenty dripping off the tree. So together we drift across the sea. Achieving ...the Tuamotus....and the smiling Tahiti.
*accidental poetry in motion