After 36 hours on para anchor, we’re finally making slow progress to the trades. Conditions have been tougher than we imagined they could be - and a bit scarier too, but our boat stays stable and protects us.
It’s strange how normal it now feels to be surrounded by nothing but water. The rowing (or ‘wave management’ as I call it) is unending and physical, but it’s the lack of sleep, homesickness, sea sickness (still lingering 😕) weight loss and general decline of our bodies that is really taking its toll. Not to mention the mental battle to just keep on pulling another stroke. Living in 3 hour timeframes feels relentless and stifling at times - I want to get up and go for a walk, I’d love a shower and to choose whatever I want from a menu.