A Photo Journal from Stingo



Single Handed Atlantic Crossing 2004

And I am off, across the Atlantic single-handed Oh fuck, the forestay has broken. I was very lucky that the mast didn't fall down Somehow, the genoa got shredded Panic over, the mast is now secure, the genoa is as secure as I can make it, I've puked all over myself. Ah, at least things can only get better I think I need to paint my anchor, it's lookig a little tatty And the closest land is only five miles away ~ five miles straight down The doldrums. It took eight days to drift through them One pissed off tuna Ten minutes later And another ten minutes, which should really have been five, because I over cooked it

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