IT is the scariest things that provide the most interesting reading I reckon. Things beyond our control, our worst nightmares coming true.
I am no hero. At sea, at night, in the dark, alone: I have many nightmares. But the nightmares are not even the worst, it is the awake-time fears.
The worst case scenarios, those thoughts continously going through your head, those ‘what if’s’: “what if the forestay snapped? Like, right now? What would I do? What if the rudder broke?”
The boat was pounding into massive ocean waves, sailing due south into cold water towards New Zealand. Every day bigger waves crashed over the entire boat.
One week of continous storm conditions, got me 700 miles south of Fiji. I am alone, Sylvia has flown ahead, pregnant with…