Day 14:
We have passed the half way point of our passage as well as the equator. For the equatorial crossing we drank French Champagne and had a 3 course meal (borscht, cheese/salmon/spinach stuffed pasta shells and chocolate mousse) compliments of Sylvie, the chef. Getting to the half way point in a passage is much like taking a long dump; you have somehow convinced yourself that you're done, but then you realize there's still a long way to go. Sylvie says this is the most poetic statement I've ever made.
Today I caught a dorado. Catching fish on board is generally the most exciting part of our days. Here's what happens: we're both lying in the cockpit lazily reading, snoozing, or having some variation of a previous conversation when you hear a loud bzzzzzzz of the fishing reel and look up to see a half bent fishing rod. I grab the rod and start frantically barking orders to Sylvie "get the gaff, no the net, where did you go? gaff it, gaff it! And then there's a flapping fish on our deck and Sylvie disappears to avoid the death and blood that ensues. I bonk it to death over the head and stab it in the brains, gut it and then behead it. By the time it gets to Sylvie it's just two beautiful fillets of fish. Sylvie then prepares dishes like fish burgers, fish risotto, fried fish, seafood chowder, cheviche and sometimes sushi. I love fishing and Sylvie loves eating fish but sometimes we both wish we could skip the in between part.
The wind has died today and it's very hot. My elbow is itchy and there are some new interesting spots on it, maybe it will rain.
Dan, Sylvie & Ustupu
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