At sea
Trip Start
Oct 01, 2006
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Trip End
Ongoing
On the way to barbados, Spain
Thursday, November 2, 2006
One activity today that was listed was how to use a sextant, unfortunatly i found out it's got nothing to do with sex but how to point a plastic thing at the sun and the horizon at the same time, after a fly-by by the spainish coastgaurd.. i managed to find out that when the sun was at it's highest at midday my sextant read 49 degrees from the horizon, how that beats gps hopefully i'll find out with more lessons.
The next morning i realised i'd drunk a little too many cocktails and champagne and was paying for it. when i took a walk around the boat i noticed a ship on the horizon, i excitedly announced it to my mate Lars, he laughed a said it went right passed us an hour ago, not only feeling a bit of a fool, i was also a bit gutted as there won't be many oppotunities to see anything other than sea for another 10 days. whilst still nursing my hangover suddenly the empty benches i was sitting on became crowded and i was handed a piece of rope and with no real escape i was forced into half an hour of frustration trying to tie knots used at sea, i managed 2 out of the few the explained thoroughly to us.
Carrying on this action packed day i thought it was a good idea in the evening to sit down and listen to Dr. Pauls lecture on Colombus, now this guy was old and german and had really problems with working with an overhead projector, he kept on getting them upside down, wrong way round and back to front and spent half his lecture grumbling to himself probably on the how this piece of modern technology was playing games with him. To say it was boring wouldn't be harsh, when the torture had finished an american guy who commended me on my patience and i found out that Lars quit half way through and when and asked the germans whether it was as boring and slow in his native german tongue they all agreed.
The night ended with a cocktail quiz, which had nothing to do with cocktails and the musician Misha doing a quite bad russian rendition of the bob marley tune 'no woman, no cry'
