POST DATED
(written 6/6)
We’re back in the middle of the ocean, on a five day passage between the Marquesas and the Tuamotus. For the past 24 hours we’ve been sailing “dead down wind” and rolling from left to right in an unceasing pendulum of torture. Thirty degrees to port, thirty degrees to starboard, tick . . . tock . . . tick . . . tock . . . It’s never-ending, and it’s very unpleasant. I’ve tried every trick to mitigate it; it is a result of very light wind and a following sea, and I have conceded that, short of turning around and going in the wrong direction, the torturous motion must be endured.
On the upside, there is a really beautiful sunset.
Below is a picture of us rolling to port, then rolling to starboard; imagine constantly alternating between those two positions.












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