18.11.

Gone sailing

Givrins. Wake up at 5. My bed felt much too comfortable, and my stomach knew this was not going to be just another travel. Gone sailing.

There was no sign of the heavy rains that had washed Ls Palmas the day before. Warm, sunny and sea looked attracting.

ARC office was busy. Full of men, women, different nationalities – all radiate excitement and look real sailors.

ARC organizes a series of preparatory seminars for the crews. Today, the seminar presentation was on “First aid and health on ocean sailing“. Serious stuff. This is not going to be a tourist trip, I felt while listening to the colourful presentation of the doctor who described the usual emergencies and went through step-by-step processes on breathing, bleeding, bones and burns.

Set of perfect advices included one-liners such as “Get the pump going”, “bleeding is not bad unless the blood flies over you”, “raise it, chill it, strap it”. Main conclusions were to drink min 2 litres of water/day and never piss over the reeling. And don’t go to Cape Verde.

Rest of the day was spent on preparatory tasks, and wound up (or down) for sailing.

Gone sailing.

-Pasi