Voyage Journal

It seems a long time ago since we left Cardiff in Wales, I also think, when we left, we tried not to think about the distance in front of us.  It was a long up wind trip. Mother Nature was testing our own sustainability on board 2041, slogging away every mile, and to be honest there wasn’t a single memorable day sailing, and that’s over two months, we were far from our days of averaging over 200 miles a day in the Atlantic, as we eked out meeker 120 miles day zig zagging back and forth across our preferred course. But we persevered and reached our destination, using the power of nature, wind, solar and Bio. Four adults living on a 67 foot boat, sailing more than 6500 miles over a two month period, with minimal impact on our surrounding environment.

Our Journey was pretty much broken up into just over 1000 mile stints, bar the first and our last pirate infested leg of 2500 miles. We sailed a short hop from Cardiff to Plymouth in England, then Plymouth to Gibraltar, Gibraltar to Malta, Malta to Suez, Suez to Djibouti, and finally Djibouti to Dubai. The huge culture difference is represented by the miles, as we departed from a Christian western culture, and slowly diluted it, until we passed the heart of Islam, being Mecca in Saudi Arabia, just in from the coast of the Red Sea, and found ourselves deep in Eastern Muslim Culture, although, our final destination Dubai, might be considered a western influenced Emirate. And now, brave “2041” sits in the heart of the oil producing world, proudly announcing her message of “the Voyage for Cleaner Energy”. She is poised for the next leg, the “Far east” and the fastest growing economies in the world. Where we hope, to help and educate the people with regard to the mistakes we have made in the west, where energy and power consumption rose rapidly with intensive industry growth, with little or no regard to the environment.  It would be great to see these future super powers not having to back pedal, like we find ourselves doing.

There is hope, and as the bizarre mammal’s we are, we find ourselves deciding the future for all life on our planet. In amongst all this gloom and negativity of our destructive nature, there are positives, we thrive on hope, and the need to have a better life. We will learn, that this does not necessarily mean financially, but environmentally. We all need to globally unite and focus our energy on the job we have been given, to make this planet a safe, sustainable environment, and ultimately a better place to live. We have been given the key to be the protectors of our planet, entrusted with the survival of all living things, and we need to step up to this challenge and cannot shy away from this responsibility.

All on board feel that this journey on “2041”, being sustainable on our small environment on the yacht, can set an example of how, when the journey seems long and difficult, that with human spirit and hope, we can overcome our “bad habits” and step up to our jobs as protectors, and make individual decisions that can make an impact, and globally, if we unite with our individual decisions to reduce, recycle and reuse, we will make a difference.

The Captain

It started off here another hot day in sunny Dubai. We spent the morning tidying up the boat as we were to have guests down later for a tour. They were a group of teachers from the American University here in Dubai and also friends of our sponsor. After a quick tour of 2041, we were all invited to go out and watch the racing. A good friend was the 18th man on Artemis, which is the highly sought after position for a spectator or sponsor to be able to go out and race in one of the boats of the Louis Vuitton trophy. We were all excited as this was the first time we would be able to see the racing up close instead of the big screen in the pavilion. So we all piled onto his boat and motored out to the race course. It was a nice change of pace to be able sit back and enjoy a cold drink while someone else ran the boat. It was an exciting afternoon of racing and Artemis even won its match for that day. After getting back into port and congratulating our friend for his win, the crew and myself headed back to the boat and cooked up a good dinner and then it was off to mingle with the racers as they come in from their day at sea.

Jake

Before the break of dawn on the 13th Nov.2041 slipped into the Dubai Creek with no wind and on the last fumes of diesel.

Customs and immigration proved to be a little challenging but after 12 long hours, crew and yacht were allowed to proceed to their new home for the period.

They arrived just before 9pm. Thank you to our sponsor and Dubai International Marine Club for making this stay possible.

Four very well traveled, tired and dusty crew but still smiling, waved and called as they arrived and threw the lines.  Full of tales to tell. And oh what colourful tales they are.

A well deserved weekend for our steadfast crew came at just the right time. Thank you for delivering our Lady safely.  Tomorrow sees some very welcome TCL for ‘2041’, she’s just completed a little over 6000nm in just over 2 months.

Thank you ‘2041’ for bringing our Boys over safely.

The Louis Vuitton Trophy started with the ceremony opening on the 12 Nov. The 13th saw the trial race and the 14th the start of the official racing which runs through to the 27th November.  It started with a bang with the Emirates, Team New Zealand tacking and cutting in front of the Mascalzone Latino, Italian team, NZL92 speared their spinnaker pole through Mascalzone Latino starboard hull leaving a big hole.  The excitement continues tomorrow!

Dear readers and supporters, thank you for all your well wishes and support. And also, a large thank you to our crew, Conor, Jake, Derek, and Tishu for making this landmark journey possible.

Best Laura

Hi All

Saturday morning on the boat and at this stage we have been at sea for five into our sixth day. We are now out of the Gulf of Aden and into the Arabian Sea, a first for most of us on board. At the moment the wind is light enough blowing a quiet 6knts, progress is a bit slow but light winds bring a calm sea. Looking out across the water and a gentle swell there is nothing else to be seen except pockets of ripples  interspersed with patches of smooth rolling sea.

We took advantage of these conditions this morning to do a maintenance job our the furling mechanism on the head sail. A problem arose when the leech line on the sail snapped and the sail start to flap around. This motion caused the upper part of the furler to unscrew itself, sheer the treads and render the device useless. We hove to the yacht and I climbed the mast to have a closer look to see if anything could be done to rectify the problem. Unfortunately we will have to manage without it for the remainder of the trip. That is to not say that we have lost the use of the head sail itself, we will resort to using it as a hanked on sail. It will mean a little bit of fore-deck work for us(something I got quite accustomed to during the Clipper race) as the sail comes into and out of play as the wind dictates. We will raise and lower the sail rather than furl it around the fore-stay.

While I was up the mast Conor manned the safety lines, Jake did what ever he does in the engine room and Tish got busy in the galley, omelette’s for lunch, again, surprise surprise.

A quiet Saturday night lies ahead for the crew of ‘41, a movie night maybe, but no pubs clubs or discos. Then again the wind may have other ideas and the night may not be so quiet after all.

Where ever you are, what ever you’re doing, have a good weekend.

Derek

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell

Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight

White horses rode high as the devil passed by

Taking souls to the Hades by the twilight [Christy Moore]

Well not quite taking souls but breaking hearts, yes, the Red Sea. 1200 nautical miles in searing heat and furnace hot winds the end seemed so tantalizingly close, we were almost there. You could touch, almost feel the freedom but the Red Sea has us in her grasp and was not letting us go too easily. The wind we had long been seeking had at last arrived but a cruel twist of fate saw it blow hard on the nose.

If we were going to have an escape we were going to have to fight for it. Through the Straits of Babel Mandeb we tacked endlessly back and forth gaining mile by precious mile. With the change in the weather for the worst we have also a change to our next destination. We are running for cover to Djibouti. The winds and currents seemed to have us in a stale mate and every time we checked the charts it was 60nm to go. Back on watch a couple of hours later and guess what? 60nm to go.

At 2030hrs we are free and running, and running well, with less than 40nm to go and a well earned rest and hopefully a shower. After a very saline environment for a week or so, everything including the crew are well and truly encrusted in salt. Just shake the head over the dinner plate in the evening and the most natural sea salt you can get.

We didn’t get to see most of the coast lines running down the from Suez but as the sea narrows into and through the straits, what spectacular sights beheld us. The Abu Ali Islands, the Hanish Islands, the Haycocks and many more volcanic islands jut out of one of the top five seas in the world to scuba dive in. The whole sea is teeming with life, world renowned for it’s coral reefs, like reefs world wide they are the nursery grounds for the worlds oceans. A degree or two change in temperature of the waters around the reefs and we as a whole loose one of the most beautiful and fascinating eco-systems that support us.

With this fact, the terms energy reduction and climate temperature balance have real meaning. Reminding ourselves to Reduce Re-use Recycle, will see each and everyone of us do our part, however small to play a role in saving these vital environments.

Derek

‘To all those out there with a cool Autumnal day breeze, where ever that may be, I’m extremely envious. If you can do me a huge favor, go for a bit of a dander in that glorious cold, get maybe a little chilly and think of us.

It’s HOT. In fact, excuse the language, it’s stinking HOT. We dread the sun rising in the morning and long to see it slip down behind the horizon each evening. Yet you can hardly say the nights are cool, they just not quite as hot as the days. The dress code for the night watches are just the same as the days, a pair of shorts and the shorter the better. Mind you, you can actually walk the decks at night in your bare feet. Try it during the day and ‘fried soles’ are on the menu.

Talking of which, mother watch is hellish in the galley. But when you have two successive  evening meals consisting of a ‘dynamite hot’ Chili Con Carne and then a curry, however mild, one must really start looking for ones’ marbles. Myself, I’m  putting it down to sun stroke.

The days are starting to roll into one another now. Never quite sure what day of the week it actually is, and sometimes there is not a lot to differentiate one from the other. The difference today, actually this evening, just as we were about to dig into our evening meal, is that our fishing line went twang. Always source of amusement on board, a bit of a scramble to see how big it is and how we are going to land it. No dilemmas this evening,a small Barracuda, just swing it over the rail on the end of the line. Once on deck we looked at it and thought best to put it back as it was a bit on the small side. Another day my friend.

Enjoy the cold you lucky people, oh you lucky lucky people,the crew of 2041 have only another 700nms going south before we ever so slowly start to head north again. I’m off to my bunk for a couple of hours before the 2100hrs watch and cooler three hours on deck.

Take care for now Derek’