The Voyage: Roz Savage
Day 8: Rough and Tough
08 Dec 2005


8 Dec, 05 - 20:39

Latitude: 26° 21' N
Longitude: 21° 10' W
Miles to Antigua: 2268

I'll keep this brief. The sea has been rough today, and I'm feeling a bit rough too. I haven't been seasick, but I don't want to push my luck. My appetite has been conspicuous by its absence, with even tonight's cod and potato casserole failing to hit the spot the way it usually does.

The waves this afternoon were 2-3 metres high, which looks pretty damn big when you're in a little boat with your eyes about 1 metre above the waterline. It made the rowing quite interesting. I'm glad Mum couldn't see me - she'd only have worried. Me, I didn't have time to worry - I was too busy trying to keep the boat on course.

Feeling decidedly dodgy now. More manana.

Wind: 12 kts
Weather: overcast
Sea state: rough
Hours rowing: 12
Hours sleeping: 6
Thought for the day: the key to success is constancy of purpose (Disraeli)


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Day 7: Soul Surfin'
07 Dec 2005


7 Dec, 05 - 20:50

Latitude: 26° 32' N
Longitude: 20° 37' W
Miles to Antigua: 2299

4pm

It's a pain. It's only a pain. It's only an inconvenient physical sensation. Pain is good - it lets me know I'm alive. Love the pain!

No sorry, it's not working. Pain is... A pain. And I wish the one in my right shoulder blade would go away.

I suspect it's tendonitis - it's got that grating feeling, the same as I once had in my wrist when I was rowing at Oxford. So I've been taking anti-inflammatories and painkillers for 2 days now, but the pain is still there.

It isn't good, after clawing my way back into contention with Chris Martin, to imagine him pulling away again.

Of course I've considered whether this problem is a showstopper. But I realised there's no way this setback will make me quit. Worst case scenario is that I have to stop rowing and drift for a day or so while it gets better. But giving up is not an option. Apart from anything else, if I quit now they'd have to destroy my boat so it wouldn't be a hazard to shipping, and there ain't no way I'm going to allow that to happen.

8pm

Life has a good sense of humour. Ironically, this has probably been one of my best days in terms of miles covered. The wind picked up to 12 knots in the right direction and I've been surfing the waves at about 3 knots, compared with my usual sedate 2 knots. Best of all, it's required almost no effort on my part - I just dip the oars in as I ride the waves to keep the boat on course, not needing to put any strain on my injured shoulder.

Late this afternoon I spoke to Lin on the support vessel Aurora, for advice on maximum dosages of painkillers (good news is I can up the dosage to one every 3 hours, bad news is that at that rate I'll have run out of dihydrocodeine in 4 days). As well as medical advice, she told me Chris is only 8 miles ahead of me - so I'm not dead and buried just yet.

Thanks to people who have sent messages of support to my satphone - ocean rowers Mark M and Sam K, thanks to you especially. I was being really cautious about handing out my number, as I thought I would find texts too distracting, but in fact they've given me a huge boost at this rather difficult stage. Thanks again.

Reap what you sow

On a totally different subject, I've been growing my own veg. I ran out of fresh food a couple of days ago - supplies limited due to constraints of space, weight, and preparation time - so I've implemented my seed-sprouting plan. Put your chickpeas or aduki beans to soak for a few hours, rinse and place in your seed sprouter. Water twice daily, and 2 days later you have fresh, crunchy beansprouts. Great with a splash of soya sauce.

Apparently ancient Chinese mariners used to do the same on long voyages to avoid the scurvy.

As Rob Hamill (Kiwi ocean rower) put it - it's nice to have some food that's life-enhancing rather than just life-sustaining. And food doesn't come much fresher or healthier than this.

Wind: 12 kts
Weather: sunshine and cloud
Sea state: rolling swells
Hours rowing: 12
Hours sleeping: 6
Mantra for the day: steely resolve
Lyric for the day: No one said it would be easy/ but nobody said that it would be this hard

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Day 6: Hanging in there
26 49.74'N:20 16.43'W
05 Dec 2005

My usual view

6 Dec, 05 - 20:46

Latitude: 26° 49' N
Longitude: 20° 16' W
Miles from La Gomera: have given up trying to work this one out - see atlanticrowingrace.com for official figure
Miles to Antigua: my GPS makes it 2320

One week into the race, and it's been a real emotional rollercoaster. From seasickness and doubt in the first 24 hours, to quiet contentment as I established a disciplined routine for life on board; from consternation over the watermaker and lack of electric power, to a sense of satisfaction as I resolved the technical problems; from endorphin-induced euphoria as I rowed powerfully through the night, to glum depression this afternoon as grinding pain in my right shoulder blade led to early abandonment of my rowing shift.

I knew the first week would be the hardest, and I can only hope that the worst is indeed over. At times it's been only my utter conviction that I can and will do this thing that has kept me going.

Grrr, I hate sounding negative. Other people have done much tougher things than this. But I haven't, and there have been many moments when I've wondered if I am up to it. But I'm still here, still hanging in there, and not only that, but I'm not far off the pace. Chris Martin, the only solo male, and I have been swapping places at the back of the pack for the last few days, and we're not far behind the hindmost of the pairs. This is encouraging.

Nature Watch

People have been asking what wildlife I've been seeing. The answer, until today, was diddly-squat. I'd seen no whales, the dolphins were a no-show, and even birds were few and far between. The only visible wildlife was a small pink homo sapiens of the Savage variety.

But today... I was just having my midday sleep (I only sleep for 4 hours at night so have a quick kip just after lunch) when suddenly there was a loud impact on my boat. My first thought was that I'd run into Chris Martin. I jumped out of the hatch and looked around. Nothing. The sound came again. I looked down and there was a big green turtle gazing lugubriously at me.

He hung around for a few minutes, but defied all attempts to take a photograph of him. If he comes back I'll try again. Maybe he's the same turtle who hung around Debra Veal's boat - maybe he just hangs out in the Atlantic on the lookout for slow-moving solo female ocean rowers ha can make a move on...

Wind: 11 kts
Weather: sunshine and cloud
Sea state: feisty and getting feistier
Hours rowing: 10
Hours sleeping: 6
Song for the day: Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd



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Day 5: Make Hay (Or Water) while the Sun Shines
05 Dec 2005, 2713.961N,1953.360W,

Little boat, big ocean

5 Dec, 05 - 21:17
2713.961N,1953.360W,
Latitude: 27° 14' N
Longitude: 19° 52' W
Miles from La Gomera: 159
Miles to Antigua: 2397
Miles since last dispatch: 21

It has been a sticky day, like rowing through treacle. It's been calm and almost windless so instead of only seeing as far as the next wave I can see as far as the horizon - which makes the ocean seem like a very big place.

Make water while the sun shines...

..and shines directly onto my solar panels - which unfortunately seems to be only for a couple of hours in the morning. Note to self to have panels on both cabins next time around.Electricity continues to be an issue on board the good ship Sedna. The watermaker is hugely power-hungry compared with anything else, and runs my two 52Ah batteries flat in no time. I can manage to make enough water, but have to be very frugal with my electricity.

Fortunately I've discovered the joys of silence, so am saving myself some iPod power. There are times of day when it's good to have music to row to, but much of the time I'm happy with peace and quiet, preferring to use the electricity for my Simrad navigation instruments, which tell me which way I'm going and how fast (or slow). I find this more motivating even than music.

Heavens above

Charles Bairsto said, 'Make the stars your friends' - and then looked faintly surprised and embarrassed at his own words. The young squaddie of Atlantic Warrior was talking in the marina in San Sebastian just before the start of the race.

To save electricity I've been steering by the stars at night, and I keep thinking of Charlie's phrase and smiling. Before you get all impressed by notions of me standing on deck with sextant in hand, let me admit it's been nothing that sophisticated. I check my bearings, see which stars line up with the comms masts on Sedna's 'roll bar' and then make sure I keep them in line, adjusting every hour to account for the movement of the stars. Gives me a great sense of elemental satisfaction.

Comfortably numb

My right shoulder waa giving me some serious gyp this afternoon. Normally I wouldn't even take an aspirin, but this isn't normality. I took a Co-Proxamol but it had no effect, so I stepped up to a Tramadol... Then remembered too late we'd been warned they can absolutely knock you flat. Have been feeling rather spaced out and sleepy ever since, trying to use chocolate as an antidote.

I wouldn't mind the side-effects so much if there were any effects from the drug... But my shoulder is still as exquisitely and excrutiatingly painful as before. But this too will pass.


Wind: almost none
Weather: sunshine
Sea state: flat
Hours rowing: 14
Hours sleeping: 6
Song for the day: Heroes by David Bowie



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