Second day and second night on Stand as One’s board.

Learning single handed sailing is difficult. Particularly in Brasilian waters full of oil. For the last two days, I’ve had to find my way between driftnets, oil rigs, tankers, cargo ships, fishermen without prescribed lights or AIS tracking systems, and even two warships last night. So how does one go about this when one must learn how to sleep? The solution is alarms. At the moment, I have four. A wake timer I put on 20 minutes when there is traffic around me, or 40 minutes when the way ahead seems clear. It emits exactly the same sound and the same volume as a car alarm. Then on my computer I have an alarm for the wind speed (because I must also continue to manage the boat ...). I also have an alert for changes in compass bearings and a final collision for vessels equipped with the famous AIS. These three computer alerts copy feature for feature sirens from prison breakout movies.

The first night was a true recital of alarms. They all rang in chorus or played admirable solos. In short, I have not slept all night. It must be said that this concert was given on a background of lightning tearing the sky asunder.

It’s better today. The wind blows between 20 and 30 knots and pushes us in the right direction. I decided to go with a depression that spares us the beating. Two more days at this rate and we will find the typical northern wind off the Brazilian coast. It's convenient for the journey and the economy of the machine, but it’s grey and very wet. It reminds me to some extent of the lows during the Jacques Vabre.

I manage to rest better, but I have not found my rhythm yet. I hope that further north, I'll find what I came for.

Speak to you tomorrow,

Eric

PS: As a bonus, here is a picture taken on the spot