March 26, 2009

Getting out of jail

With over 12,500 miles of sailing behind us and about 100 miles to go, the sailboat race, that six weeks ago seemed impossible, now seems to be coming to an end. The first boat has finished- hat's off to the E3 guys, they sailed a blinder and their win is well deserved. I can’t wait to get in and start sharing stories. This leg will be remembered for a long time.

So what have we learned? Well, I'm sure that over time my opinion of this leg will change. For now I'd have to say is that personally I felt this leg was probably a tad too far and we probably could have done with a pit-stop in New Zealand. I think we're very lucky to see everyone around the Cape Horn in one piece. By the time all the boats are tied up in Rio, hopefully it will be five starters and five finishers. One thing I can say with certainty is that I haven’t really enjoyed the leg very much. I'll be interested to talk with my fellow media men- Guo, Guy, Gustav, and Gabri (sounds like a cabaret act) and see how things went for them when we have our MCM stopover de-brief.

As for my ten compadres on il mostro it feels as though we know everything there is to know about each other. Plain and simple there's just nowhere to hide on this little seventy foot boat that has become the center of our universe for the last year. Any strengths or weaknesses will be fully exposed- farting, snoring, short temperedness and poor personal hygiene on the one hand juxtaposed with good manners, patience and diligence around the boat on the other. If there's a shoe floating around in the bilge on its own I could probably guess to within two people whose it is- same with an unwashed coffee mug. I know who will be first out of his bunk and up on deck to help out when he's off watch. Who is grumpy in the morning, which guy can stay up all night and keep smiling, I even know who the chocolate robber is…but I'll never tell.

So for now I feel like the guy in the movie who gets out of jail tomorrow, or the next day- scared...excited...ready for a new life onshore, for a few weeks anyway.

Rick