And so the fun begins…it was an amazing race start after a fabulous stopover in Punta. I have never felt so famous in my life! We had a great start with lots of us fighting for position, however I spent most of this excitement downstairs sorting out Applegate. I came down below just as the race started to do a quick stowage check and make sure our lunch wasn’t flying around all over the place and to my horror found a large number of apples had rolled into the heads. Excellent. I nearly had a minor panic attack when I realised that the whole bunk had been undone and all the fruit was about to go crashing to the floor. I shouted as loud as I could that I needed some help and then a couple of people came down to take the weight of the bunk and help me sort it out. After Ray drilling a few holes and lots of huffing and puffing we managed to secure the sacred fruit. Don’t worry, I did throw away the fruit that had gone into the heads! Grim.

After that for the next couple of days we became the vomit comet again…I think everyone suffered from some form of sea sickness bar 3 people. Unfortunately that included me, when I was on galley duty. Apologies to those who had to have their breakfast served by my green face. The next disaster was running out of sick bags, (my fault apparently), but funnily enough a lot of people felt a lot better when there was the prospect of a shared bucket down below instead of a lovely little personalised sick bag.

We are settling into boat life again now and are regularly putting reefs in and changing sails. We have had the spinnaker up (wooling that the other night was fun, especially when I landed head first in Ray’s bunk, oops!) and are just having to get on and deal with the extreme wet and the cold. The waves are big and they break over our heads most of the time. Imagine me sitting on deck in my dry suit (it has made an appearance) surfing massive waves with a full moon overhead and Phil saying in a masterchef voice “ocean racing doesn’t get better than this”, finally enjoying life after a few days of sea sickness when I am hit square in the face by a massive wave. It knocked me off my feet and soaked everything, including my pants. At least it made me learn about waterproofing.

Lying in my bunk (which is a downhill downstairs bunk – comfy) I can hear it all getting quite hairy above me. Lots of crashing and I can hear the swell of the waves right next to my head. I have started clenching my toes in my sleep when I hear a big bang. I’m sure I’ll get used to it though! Everything downstairs is just wet all the time. Because we have to have the hatch closed the condensation is dripping everywhere and nothing dries. Excellent practice for the Pacific I feel!

I have just come off a rather exhilarating watch…it was cold and rather dull and then suddenly we were hit with 40knot gusts and needed to reef the main sail while waves were crashing over us. Imagine every dramatic clipper video you have ever watched – that was us! And it was brilliant!! That is what I signed up for – the adrenaline of that makes up for the vomming and the smellyness. As a wave hit me square in the face I have to say that I had a big smile on my face and giggled a lot! The waves are massive and it does make us all laugh when one gets someone completely unexpectedly!

Despite all this, every time I wake up I still think, oh goodness am I still on this boat?! I find myself dreaming more and more about home comforts now as well – I got a whiff of toast this morning and for a moment thought that I was at home but alas, I am still in the middle of the ocean hundreds of miles from land and with the sea underneath us at a depth of 5km!

Anyway eat, sleep, sail, repeat. Hopefully only about 10 days left as it is chilly! Although saying that we are currently on deck in the sunshine wearing lots of layers listening to music and chatting. Life is good! For now…

Toodle pip xxx