The average sailor when it arrives in a beautiful bay looking for his corner, one square, check out the iron, it makes the bath, then dinner, and finally ruhmettino sleep. Such
sleep. Yes, because the weather is good, the wind is weak, the starry sky and the bay hugs you gently.
Williwaw: winds of fall, speeding in the valleys of the mountains, down to the sea to vent their strength with unusual cruelty and sadism.
... Now we are at the moment when, under the starry sky of the Caribbean, the book is falling from my hand. It 's time to turn off the light, embrace my snoring Simo and thoroughly.
support the book and .... UuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuu.
I turn off the light and ... ... .. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUFFFFIIIUUUUU
... Then hug the air of fear because Simo.
From a valley in front of the beach comes a cry innocent type uuuUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHRHRHHHHHHHHHHRHRHRHHHHHIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUuuuuuu ... ..
5 seconds of total silence and stillness and then ... comes another TGV. ... just get on the track!
uuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUU ... .. ....
Kudra part in a crazy tilt of 50 meters to go!
Luckily the leadership of Colombia that we rely body and soul told us: look to Williwaw!
And we, as good sailors we gave the bottom 80 meters of chain in 4 feet of water.
Finally here we are, under the sheet off his nose, saying, miiiinchia, get this blast will be 45 knots. " This
the first night.
I tell you just that we only slept last night, four days later, with 100 meters of chain, 2 anchors and gusts appennellate well over 60 knots from all directions.
I try to explain.
What is impressive is not so much the wind, as the speed with which comes and goes. Instant
. In the true sense of the word. When he gets a
Williwaw seize is like a slap from the nano while you slept. You wake up immediately and badly.
Williwaw When he goes to leave so devoid of air movement and noise that it is as if you were to miss the force of gravity, such as elevator down. Another unpleasant sensation
... And all this back and forth continues, minute by minute, for hours. Actually lasts all night.
The noise is then doubled by the fact that ogni drizza vicina all’albero è destinata a suonare come una corda di violino pizzicata da un metallaro e amplificata da Vasco.
Tentententententententen…sdangsdangsdang…tling tlingtling…
Ora leggetelo a velocità doppia, volume appalla, avrete un’idea del concertino.
Il marinaio prescelto naturalmente deve, a petto nudo, sfidare il vento e la notte per assicurare ogni cima in una posizione consona e…silenziosa.
Un lavoro che non vi dico, da uscirne pazzi.
Sei a letto, aspetti la raffica, quando arriva proietti nel tuo cervello tutti i rumori che senti, li cataloghi ed analizzi.
Quando finisce la raffica schizzi in coperta ad eliminare ogni piccola sorgente di suono riconosciuto. Finally
falls within the bed. After 30 seconds
comes another barrage. At this point, the sounds you hear are boring now ... sometimes n-1 n-2, but what is the year-old?
So the choice is prepared psychologically and so, after the burst, still working on deck!
And when you're on deck in total darkness of a dark bay, and are attached to the forestay with both hands, to make sure the anchor and chain are working well, what you see is beautiful: the
'water sparks of shining path of the chain, huge hard in an effort to keep the boat together, and still draws the path of Kudra trying to break free from the power of the wind. Good night ....
uuuuuUUUUUuuuuu ...!!!!!
Matthew
