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Survival training with the best
Inside the life raft my fellow survivors’ faces are garishly lit up by a flash of lightening. It’s impossible to gauge their expressions or make out who is who in our matching yellow foulies, before it goes back to pitch black.
Recharging the batteries
This year I have been living life at a crazy pace; that’s my decision so no complaints but over time the constant pressures and stresses can take a physical and mental toll and every now and again I need the chance to recharge.
TJV: It's a wrap
It’s amazing how quickly the scene changes in this crazy Vendee Globe journey.
Just four days ago I was dizzy and jubilant from finishing the Transat Jacques Vabres race, 24 hours before that focused, hot and tense dealing with a nail biting final drag race to the line. And now I’m frustrated,
Monsters in the night
And so here I am, screaming my way through the north Atlantic, racing an IMOCA double handed to Brazil. My whole year has led me to this point. I have followed my critical path, taken next step after next step and all of a sudden it is eleven months down the line and I have been let loose with the big boys.
The Daily Grind
Dates and time have very little meaning out here. Every day I check my watch to see what date it is then count on my fingers what day of the race that we are on but in reality to us, living in this moment time is marked more by geographical or weather cues than by the passage of hours, minutes or days.
Hot hot hot
I am sitting down below at the computer and it is not a pleasant experience. As we near the equator and the temperature keeps on rising conditions below decks in my airless carbon sweat box are only just bearable.