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Landfall in Cape Town

Standing along the pier at the V&A Waterfront, watching each of the boats get ready for departure, bags strewn all over the deck, crew scrurrying on and off with last minute tasks to complete and good byes to be said; I feel strange watching the scene unfold. Just about a month ago, I was part of that departure skirmish, dealing with a mix of emotions as I prepared for my first ever ocean crossing. It was supposed to be a quick 14 day rollercoaster ride downwind to the Cape of Good Hope. But unfolded into quite the adventure. My earlier blog was all about our close encounter with a whale. After a short repair stopover we restarted our journey on October 10th. This time, having faced the stormy seas and weathered some rounds of seasickness I was rather apprehensive about revisiting that experience. That turned out to be the least of my worries as we made slow, hard work of our hop across the pond ( as the Brits term it). Given the loss of days, we were no longer in the race f...
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Stage 4: Leg 2, Part 1, Days 2 to 4

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And so we set off with a lot of fanfare. There was a military band playing for us and a naval ship to flag us off. After a lot of parading around in the Marina, we finally took off. Since I was on Port watch, I pretty much stayed on deck once we set sail. The big waves and swell made me feel queasy almost immediately and I avoided eating any dinner, except for an apple. After a break our eatch was back on deck around 0200. It was a beautiful, starry night and I got my first glimpse of the Southern Cross. What a way to bring in my Mym's birthday and celebrate Kojagiri. 0800 and we changed watches. I was loking forward to 6 hours of sleep. The moment I got below deck, I threw up and instantly, well almost, felt better. Changed out of my foulies and felt good to shed the additional weight. Its the constant in and out of all the warm clothes and foulies and the consequent changes in temperature that really bother me. Its so warm inside that justbthe thermal underwear is good enoug...
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Stage 4: Leg 2, Part 1, Day 1

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Woke up at 0400, then at 0600 and then gave up trying to sleep anymore. So I checked my emails, messages, Facebook, WhatsApp and it was just 0630. Spoke with Nandu and one, one excited, one nervous. Then enjoyed a nice, long, leisurely, hot shower, which took me to 0730. Breakfast starts at 0800 so waiting. The plan is 1000 crew on board 1100 skipper brief at the marina 1200 slip the lines 1230 Parade of Sails 1330 MOB drill 1400 Race Start
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Stage 3: Punta

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I wasn't expecting this! Im actually getting bored sitting in my hotel room, watching Punta people stroll by. I woke up nice and early and headed straight to the yacht club right after breakfast. The paln was to move my backpack onto the boat and come back for the rest of my stuff, after a recce. Met a few crewmates and realised that registration was only at 1500. Then Roy told me we weren't expected to stay on the boat at all. In fact we could get on the boat directly on the 4th. David Greer was the only person who chose to stay on board. So i came right back and extended my stay for a day till i fugured my options. It being the off season, there was plenty of choice. The evening had things looking up again. New crew were welcomed by the Clipper officials and offered a welcome beer. After which the RTWers and first leggers took over and took us out for a meal at the local pub with live music, Capi The 1st leg was really long, 31 days, and the heat below deck made a lo...
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Stage 2: Paris to Sao Paolo

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Its a crazy, funny, exciting, scary pit in my stomach kind of feeling. Will I be able to work shoulder to shoulder with my team!? How will the waves and wind affect me out in the ocean!? I've not been seasick yet. Will this be when i discover what that feels like. Life at 45 degrees will take some getting used to. I packed my bags a week ahead of time in anticipation of my visa. Then repacked them when I got my visa. Every thing is in zip lock bags for what Alan, one of my First Mates on training said would be a wet and wild leg. With 4 pairs of footwear and assorted warm clothing the bag still weighs just 15 kgs. It sure feels good to be told I show signs of being a typical sailor gal. So here I am on the adventure thats sure to shake me out of my comfort zone, rattle every bone in my body, show me the ocean in all its glory, reveal the mysteries of the stars out at sea, make me new friends and learn me new skills. Woo hoo! Seredipity threw this at me, in an airport magaz...
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Stage 1: Goa to Paris

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After getting back from my training in Portsmouth and taking a week off to recover, the first thing I did was apply online for the South Africa and Uruguay visas. The South African visa was done within a week. Uruguay however was a completely different story! It all started with a phone call to Harsh. The guy who was to have done the complete race, and couldn't. He helpfully forwarded an email from the Honorary Consul of Uruguay listing all the documents required and a link to the online application form. After quickly putting all of them together, with a lot of help from Clipper, I emailed the bunch to the Honorary Consul, as instructed. A few email exchanges later he okayed the documents and asked me to meet him for an interview in Bombay. After a long wait and a brief meeting, he emailed the papers to the Embassy in Delhi and asked me to courier all of them as well. For reasons best known to them they waited till they recieved the physical papers to email me with a list of ...
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Waiting with Bated Breath

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“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and  there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”  ―  Lemony Snicket ,  Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid The Race started on August 20 th from Liverpool. After much fanfare, the boats set off on their adventure to the South Atlantic. And now, there’s just a couple more days to go before the first of them arrives at Punta del Este in Uruguay. That’s where I get on for the ride of my life. It’s with a lot of eagerness and some trepidation that I count down to Leg 2. That’s if I get my Uruguay visa! Lemony Snickett was lucky he didn't need a visa. As if the excitement of the Race is not enough, I am torn between frustration and anger at the entirely bureaucratic visa process. Why the US visa was a cake walk in comparison! And I had as much at stake there since I wanted to accompany my son as he began a new phase of undergraduate lif...
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