Cape Town to Luderitz - Days 1-3

Day 1

We were geared for an early start, but at 0500 it was cold, dark and rainy, and we could hear the wind howling. We rolled over and snuggled back in till 0700, when it was still cold and dark, but we couldn't hear rain on the deck any longer and the wind had calmed. The wind was still from the north, but promised to go southerly by mid-morning. We did last minute chores, taking advantage of shore power and heat while we had it. We cast off our shore lines and slid from the berth at the civilized hour of 1030. With three layers of jeans, sweats, foul weather bibs, plus t-neck, fleeces, jacket, woolen socks, gloves hat and scarf, I looked and walked like the Michelin Man, but I was warm. We tidied up, stowed lines and fenders, and set the mainsail while still inside the protection of Duncan Docks, then headed out the channel into Table Bay. The mountain was shrouded in dense fog, its billowing table cloth in place. No last minute, lingering views for us. A bittersweet goodbye to Cape Town, but goodbye it was … at last. The wind had calmed to 4 knots, still from the north. We were motoring, but the bus heater was doing a great job of keeping the cabin toasty and, lacking our sea legs, we were grateful for the calm start of the passage. David paid tribute to Neptune with a generous tot of rum as cormorants and African penguins looked on. Sea lions raised their flippers in farewell. The sun broke through for a quick moment as we passed Robben Island, then was quickly swallowed up by thick clouds. We sipped our hot cuppas and munched on rusks. Having slept poorly during the night coupled with a tab of Stugeron, our seasickness meds, we were happy to get into our nap routine right away.

The night was clear and cold. The near-full moon was a welcome sight and two planets outshone millions of stars. The early morning hour watches are always the toughest. The cold this night was deep and penetrating despite the layers of clothing. The nighttime clarity was suddenly smothered by a pea soup fog which totally enveloped us. I get that claustrophobic feeling when the fog is so thick, like a sea monster is just waiting out there to gobble us up. As I glanced at the Navionics chart on my iPad and constantly checked the radar and AIS, I couldn't help but marvel at how far navigation tools have come, even in the last 15 years.

Day 2

Day's Run: 155 nm

318 nm miles to go at Noon

Getting back into my cold weather gear for the 0600 watch was painful. I was still groggy with sleep or lack thereof. It was cold and the southerly icy breeze slapped my face hard as soon as I climbed into the cockpit. It was still dark, the moon was setting and the stars were low on the horizon. An accumulation of condensation on the bimini became a continuous drip, drip, drip on my head.

The sky began to pink up about 0715 and the sunrise portended a pleasant day ahead. The warm sun rays were soon soaking into my back and coaxing the cold and bad humors out of me. It was gorgeous. Albatross, petrels and shearwaters replaced the normal coastal birds as we veered away from the shoreline. A couple of benign days at the start of a  passage is a godsend when we've been port for so long. We'd taken Stugeron and thus far, neither one of us had been queasy. Though cold, the night watches had gone by quickly enough since we could read, write and play games without getting sick. David commented that it was such a pleasure to be on passage where he could sit and read and not feel guilty that he wasn't doing something productive on the boat.

The wind had finally turned southerly but remained light till mid-day. When we went forward to set the pole, we both felt the first tinge of queasiness, but it subsided when the work was done and we withdrew to the cockpit. Dinner was re-heated Lemay Special and sandwiches. We're both tired and so take full advantage of our nap times. When it's so cold, hot-bunking is the way to go. This evening, the apparent wind increased to 30+ knots with gusts in the 40s. We took a second reef in the mainsail. The waves have increased concurrently and the ride is a bit rougher. Still no puking. All is well.

Day 3

Day's Run:165 nm

153 nm to go at Noon

A quiet night, one ship is all the AIS picked up and it was so far off, I could barely pick it out visually. The setting moon around 0615 was an amazing orange globe in a pitch black sky that seemed to just plop down beyond the horizon, heavy and tired from being out all night.

With the icy Antarctic wind came a biting cold that left me numb after my watch. The waves had increased and we were bouncing around with them. Why not stay below where it's warm? Well, seasickness finally got to me with its signature headache followed by nausea. The Stugeron obviously worked since I wasn't yacking, but I felt miserable and being cold and topside trumped being warm and nauseous and awake below.

When I climbed into the bunk for my 1500 nap, my head was pounding … think migraine. David made dinner at 1800 and gave me another half watch to sleep. What a guy! I felt much recovered when I took over the watch at 1930. I think he wasn't feeling all that well himself since I saw him take another Stugeron as well. We do take care of each other and I must admit that extra half watch and the captain's dinner service was just what the doctor ordered. During this watch, we passed the entrance to the Orange River and entered into Namibian waters.

David's new prop generator is doing a great job. We're getting an extra 8+ amps just sailing along and it's keeping up with the electronics power drain just like it was intended to. In fact, he had to shut off the wind gen earlier because we had too many amps coming in! I'm sure he'll tell you about it in a BV in the near future.

Despite my whinging about the cold, the cabin has stayed warm AND we're making good time. We're hoping that the wind continues as predicted.