Sleep deprivation is finally getting to Elin, she now randomly talks about missing make up, asks if anyone has seen her rowing partner and our blog now reads more like a philosophy lecture than the witty diary it should be, so I've stepped in!
Another freezing cold night were Elin has finally started wearing layers of clothing, four compared to my six! We just hope we haven't taken a u turn accidentally and find ourselves landing in Norway any day now. I've also now succumbed to wearing plastic bags instead of socks too ... oh the shame! We have a thin white layer over everything now where the salt is EVERYWHERE!
Elin succeeded in breaking one of our much loved oars last night. Personally I think she sat on it, but she says it was a wave. (A wave picked up Dream Maker, rather ungraciously to be honest, and dumped us on our side). Sometimes the oars go through the waves like sliding a knife through butter; sometimes it's like hitting concrete - all our weight landing on concrete was too much for the poor oar! But fear not we have plaster of paris and steel roads available should we need to fix it.
Last night I also distinctly heard a man's voice coming from the cabin, and thought that Elin had finally managed to get a fully grown ginger haribo man in the cabin. But it turned out to be (if we believe her) two men from nearby ships talking on the VHF. She certainly wouldn't have been able to throw him out of the back hatch in time before I jumped up from my seat to have a look, although I haven't checked the rudder yet to see if anyone's clinging on. . . . .
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