The Pacific Ocean is the largest ocean in the planet, that for most part is a huge expanse of water with a few group of small islands scattered through it. The deepest part drops down more than 11 kilometres in the Mariana Trench.
To cross the Pacific from South America to Australia on a small sailing boat requires primarily a sense of adventure and very few expectations.
Oceans are moody and your passage could be the luck of the draw and luck is not following me lately
Having departed with a few issues that I was not happy with, such as my navigation equipment that was returned to me inoperative after being sent for repairs and substandard work on sail repairs, the additional problems started to put the pressure on.
On the third day of the voyage the bank of batteries that feed all of the equipment on board failed to take a charge and worst, although they appeared to be full, the did not want to give any current back.
A few days before departure and during general checks the generator decided to take on smoking and not being used to it the he might have burned its windings and it became a useless piece of equipment for the trip and would put a bit of a strain on power supply for battery chargers, inverters, water maker and other implements that makes life easier on a boat.
After going into a WTF look and a few F (*& %^$#*) ING, I came to realise that I was not going to have a pleasant crossing. Then I thought that if the Kon Tiki made it I would too.
I shouldn’t have mentioned the Kon Tiki. Everything around me was dying, depth sounders, radios, autopilot, even the F(*&^%$#@#$%^&)ING wind was dying.
All I had left was my iPad to find my way and the Iridium phone. The F(*&&^%$#$%^&)ING iPad was always asking for the password to iTunes.
My mind took me to Panama, where I got hit by lightning last year and only replaced the items that were fried against advice that I should replace everything electronic.
Now my conversion to the “mañana” ideology was paying me back. No place for short cuts here
Power usage was minimised by switching off equipment that I could do without. First to go was the cockpit fridge with the loss of fruit and veggies F(*&^%$#&*)ING.
Catching a fish made me happy for a while and I forgot all of those problems at least temporarily besides of changing my menu from chilli con carne to fish.
I don’t know WTF I was thinking about when I cooked so much beef.
So it was fish on the menu for three days, that’s it, breakfast, lunch and dinner and for snacks.
F(*&^%$#*)ING back to chilli con carne and back to more problems.
The auto pilot was not happy with the lack of power on board so decided to stop steering the boat. More F(*&^%$#*)KS and now I am steering a boat with my hands. My vocabulary is getting shorter and simpler and louder F(*&^%$#)K
I only got a break from 9 am until 2 pm while my solar panels produce just enough current to run the autopilot.
The Galley fridge was the next item to be switched off to minimise power usage but it does not make any difference, and everything around me stop running.
To cheer myself I started to hum my own tune with lots of F(*&^%$#@!@#$%^)ING. Old Luciano couldn’t have done better.
Now to the wind or to the lack of it. It was like a wolf with asthma blowing on the little piggy’s house. One puff at 5 knots 2 puffs at 10 and then down to 3.
I reluctantly put up the Spinnaker. I don’t like to use it because it is a BMF of 200 square meters of it. But everything changed on board for a few days until one day a really big angry wolf without asthma came down and it blew, and F(*&^%$#@#$%^&*)ING blew the F(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&*)K Spinnaker to pieces.
I was left like the boy that someone burst his big yellow balloon F(*&^%%$#@!@#$%^*)K
Now back to use this efing abortion called screecher built by F(*&^%$#@#$%^&)K Quantum Sails of South Africa
By this time all the big problems together with the small problems did not make any difference any more as the wind died for the last two days of the journey and with just enough fuel to get to Nuku Hiva
As with most experiences in life good or bad you always enjoy to remember and tell the story and the hardship is forgotten after the first bottle of rum.