lunch? who wants lunch?
Here's my test attempt to finally get my photos and pass along interesting stuff (well, interesting to ME, at least) online in a reasonable amount of time
Friday, September 02, 2005
Stealth CPR
Last night was a good sleep. I woke up about 2:30, and went up to the bridge to hang out a bit with Jerry. He was just getting ready for a course adjustment. A radio station was still coming in, and playing 80's retro music (I vaguely remember "My Sharona" coming over the radio.
It's wet outside.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
aah...
It's been mostly smooth sailing for a while now. Dinner was fantastic - a pot roast... mmm.. almost makes up for the (well-intentioned) gustatorial abuse received during a trip to the
Ohio, or is it o-hai-o?
I created four little vignettes out of the cornucopia of photos that I took. Of course, one vignette is a tribute to Godzilla, which was one of my must-see's while in Japan.
Find them *here* in my travels page...
Tossed salad
Ok. We're being tossed around every bit as much as we were yesterday. THe seas still look alot nicer, but nonetheless I'm pretty much being tossed out of my seat. I still need to make satellite calls, but I'm not about to stand out where there's a clear sky view. It's soaking out there with the waves crashing over around, and through the boat. Though the sun is out -- nice effect. :)
I just demolished some chicken-ceasar type salad; thinking to myself the entire time how strange it might look from the outside to see someone holding on to their plate for dear life, and still able to eat.
Rough seas continue.
Right now, we're leaning pretty far one way and the other. My laptop is pretty happy on its spot, but I'm nearly thrown out of my seat. Cyrus has a sat-phone that is available for use, and I'm going to use it to call Katie now & then... but more importantly Steve. I don't have his number on me, though. It's on my phone, which is dead. I'm beginning to wonder how many signs I'm going to get that tell me that I shouldn't go to
The space I'm typing in is tiny, an alcove right next to the major intersection on the boat. To my right is a stairway that leads up to the cabin, another stairway that is covered with a hatch that leads down to the engine room, and a curtained door that leads to the forecastle ("foaksul").
a renewed view
Breakfast is slowly being prepared, as the boat shifts from being tossed about to just enjoying a minor roll.
Yesterday's Dramamine did wonders, as does a little sunlight and sleep.
After the last post, we went up on the helipad and untied all the huts. They had been trying to make a break for the open ocean so our captain pulled into a beautiful (both in aesthetics and in ripple-tude) cove where we proceded to retie them down. I think they're pretty darn secure now. Slept like a log last night. I suppose I tucked in about 9pm, and woke up this morning at 8. We were in rougher seas again, but nothing like before. The wind was probably blasting at 45.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
dodgey
Not sure if he was kidding, but we may be up for some more waves like that tonight. hmm.
The first photo shows Josh (the deckhand) with the huts in the background, trying to make their way out to sea... The second photo shows the harbor where we nipped-and-tucked the huts.
..and so have the plates
During the night, we didn't get very far at all. The waves had piled up against the inlet something feirce, so we resigned to running in directions other than west.