The last evening of the solo trip from Yap
16 July 2012 | 0 N'N:E E'E, St George's Channel
David
This will be a quick one. As predicted we are having to beat against the wind and current to get up St George's Channel. I am rushing to get in before 5pm so I can get cleared by customs etc and allowed off the boat - today .. and not tomorrow. Don't want to spend a night at anchor in the middle of Blanche Bay. It is now 34 miles to the Rabaul Yacht club but it is going to take all day.
Fuel is not as low as I thought it would be by this stage but it is dirty now that it is getting to the bottom of the tank. Have cleaned the water separator/filter 6 times in the last 24 hrs just to be safe. Don't want to end this 1300 mile solo sail with a stalled engine and have to request a tow in.
I worked hard last night trying to get every mile out of the sails and also to avoid traffic. It rained till 3 making the radar near useless so I spent most of the night in the cockpit getting rained on. Have had no more than a combined 2 hours sleep. When I thought it was time to get a decent nap a boat appeared beside me about 4 miles off. He got to within 3 miles so I changed course and turned off my lights - on and off at first to make it look like I was just disappearing over his the horizon. Probably being a little paranoid but don't want to take any chances with any would be opportunistic pirates given I am alone. There were a couple of other boats which kept me up so now very tired.
It was wonderful though to be woken from my longest nap - all 15 mins - by a pod of 40 to 50 dolphins at day break. It was a great scene as the mountains of New Ireland and New Britain were also visable and had a beautiful warm orange tinge to them. Unlike the dolphins in Micronesia and the Marianas these guys hung around for a good deal of time - enough to put the camera down and just enjoy watching them. It is great to sea mountains again. Micronesia was all atoll. This place looks really wild and I am now excited to be here. I kept wondering why the name Rabual sounded familiar and then dad reminded me he was here in 1960 and had talk about his travels here.
Got to go. Time to tack. Next blog after I am safely in port - and perhaps after I've had a cold beer.
David