It was a sunny day in Praia for our first sailing
As we set off west to Fogo where we’re pausing
Wind then calm
Squall then dark
As we motored in, then anchoring.
Arthur and Annalisa did the final shopping
Winnie, Gitane and Peter the final sightseeing
Dinghy stowed aboard
Swimmers back on board
Then off we went, the mainsail hoisting.
We sailed away from Cabo Verde
As slowly the mobile signal fading
A gentle breeze
Sailing with ease
As Arthur tried to fix the cabin creaking.
On the high seas we’ve started rolling
Gentle sailing and we’re rolling
Motor and roll
Sail and roll
Did I mention we’re always rolling?
Now we’re starting the watches day and night
Two hours each, dark or light.
Two hours motoring
For daily charging
Moves the watches on each night.
A ship! After days of empty seas
The monotony we can at last ease
We pass ahead
As green turns to red
We roll on our way as the ship goes east.
Thinking of the lunch Winnie’s preparing
When suddenly the line goes Zing!
Arthur reels it in
A tuna’s in the bin
And shortly its sashimi, steaks and pickling.
Gitane’s day starts with cookie dispensing
To the men with coffee awaking
Then school in the morning
The afternoon spent helping
With dessert, ice cream or sundowners making.
The sails are goosewinged, the genoa poled out
Steering two-forty? Don’t be caught out!
Tuna from the braai
With cayenne in our eye
We tuck in to dinner, autohelm helping out.
Sail ho! We sight a yacht going our way
Much bigger and faster than us today
Part of the ARC fleet
All expecting to meet
Together in St Lucia on Sunday.
Gitane’s ready for dinner, giving us a twirl
Her day seems to have passed in a whirl
The dorado’s in the biryani
And we’re all ready to eat in
The best restaurant in the world!
To Martinique there is still two fifty miles
For white wine we must yet wait awhile
This ocean crossing
Is near its ending
As on Exodus we’re all smiles.