Dr. Stein Hoff began his row across the Atlantic on Sunday morning May 15th, 120 years after George Harbo and Frank Samuelsen.
Here’s his facebook link to track his voyage.
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Day 28 continued.
As you can see from my position, another no row day. A good day, all the same, as I am now yet again sitting in my normal, dry clothes in a cozy, small, well-functioning cabin.
All Adventurefood’s ” Pasta Alle Noci” with that egg I added is cleaned away with fresh water, and more than half my wardrobe has been rinsed and dried. Most of the remainder has been dried. Only a couple of items that was needing washing, anyway, is in a bag in the front hatch.
With other words, the sea and the waves calmed down sufficiently to make a lot of water, rinse and dry. And it helped that the clouds nearly disappeared and provided good drying and plenty solar power.
With all the bedding out on deck or in the “rigging”, a close inspection of the mattress was possible. I came away with several diagnosis. It was incontinent with an actual puddle down at the feet, a sodden infection up left side reeking of pasta and egg, and a head part also oozing liquid and making my behind damp. It ended up with radical surgery, amputating both the foot and the head part. The remaining torso was tied to the spare oar on the sunny side. After a while liquid collected along the bottom edge. Before returning to the cabin I squeezed out more infectious material, got the still damp sheet from the front hatch, it is now serving as liquid absorber down the side. On top is plastic, then the awning and finally a blanket. If the dampness seeps through these three layers, I’ll sleep on the survival suit!
So I must confess to having added to the local pollution as I committed the amputated parts to the sea … Normally I do not throw in even the smallest scrap of plastic. But these unwanted items today I think will soon sink.
My clothes have now been organized in three groups depending on state of dryness, the best being in with the electronics.
A small flying fish on deck this morning – like the Portuguese Man-of-war seemed out of place. Wind increasing.