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Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Will To Live

When Tony Bullimore’s yacht capsized deep in the Southern Ocean 900 miles from Antarctica and 1400 miles off the Australian coast, he had no reason to think that he might survive. Bullimore, a 57 year-old former British Marine, was sailing solo in the 1997 Vendee Globe non-stop around the world yacht race at the time. A catastrophic failure of the keel in mountainous waves had rotated his yacht through 180 degrees… and that’s how it remained. Diving in and out of the swamped hull, Bullimore finally settled into a forward compartment slung in a hammock to keep himself out of the freezing Antarctic waters. As frostbite and hypothermia set-in, he contemplated his life and tended to various injuries including a severed finger. Four days later and very close to death, he was startled to hear a banging on the upturned hull. Diving once more through the length of the near-sunken boat, he emerged into bright daylight and unexpected rescue by the Royal Australian Navy.

Having successfully topped-out on Everest in May 1976, Bronco Lane and his Special Air Service (SAS) colleague Brummie Stokes found themselves caught out overnight on their descent in rapidly deteriorating weather conditions. The pair bivouacked in a snow hole near the South Summit, pummeling and pinching each other to prevent sleep and the certainty of death. The following morning they stumbled and crawled their way off the mountain and were eventually rescued by a back-up team. Both lost fingers and toes to frostbite. Lane lost all ten toes, had them preserved in formaldehyde, and then donated them to the SAS Sergeant’s Mess – where they remained on display for many years.  Both men continued their Special Forces careers with distinction, and remained highly active in the arena of expedition mountaineering.

In 2000, former British soldier Pete Bray attempted to become the first man in recorded history to kayak alone and unsupported across the Atlantic Ocean from Canada to Europe. Halfway across he capsized and ended up more than 30 hours adrift on the ocean before being picked up by a passing Ukrainian freighter. He returned to his task the following year, completing the 3000-mile crossing in just 76 days. This was not Bray’s first survival epic, as I can readily testify. During a training deployment in the mid-80’s, we capsized a two-man kayak on a freezing river whilst negotiating a white water rapid in New Zealand. Within minutes, clinging desperately to the upturned hull of the boat, I was badly hypothermic and just a few heartbeats away from death. No such weakness in Pete. Having clambered onto the kayak, he paddled us ashore, dragged me from the river and secured my corpse-like body into a dry sleeping bag.

The common theme here is not the survival of the fittest, it is simply that none of these men (myself included) felt the need to give in and die.

The single most important principle of survival is MAINTAINING THE WILL TO LIVE. It would have been so easy for Bullimore to succumb to the unforgiving Southern Ocean; for Lane and Stokes to pass into oblivion in the high Himalaya as so many before (and since) have done; for Bray to disappear without trace beneath the waves of the North Atlantic; for Parr to slip away amidst white water fury in the back end of beyond. But we didn’t. We didn’t want to die. We were determined to survive.

If you are ever unfortunate enough to find yourself in a genuine survival situation, MAINTAIN YOUR WILL TO LIVE. If it’s your destiny to lose that battle, ensure you depart this life with fingers, toes and teeth gouging deep furrows to the very edge of mortality. That attitude will serve you better than any number of Boy Scout manuals, special training courses or Bear Grylls survival knives.

Trust me. I know.

Bob

Thursday, September 12, 2013

On Location: Cherbourg, France.

Kia Ora

From all aboard Koru.

Just a quick post about something we overheard yesterday.

Three men were walking along the pontoon chatting and the one man suddenly pointed out over the packed marina and said "see that boat there, the white one with the windows, that was my first boat".

All you boaties out there will know how amusing that statement was, we were chuckling to ourselves for the rest of the day.

Have a good one.

Nicky and Bob


Friday, September 6, 2013

On location: Normandy, France

It is so easy in these heady days of liberal freedom to be dismissive or even critical of our actions and the decisions of our leaders in WW2 and the Cold War that followed. But the reality is that such freedom was attained and consolidated through many individual acts of heroism and an unflagging determination here in the "West" to see freedom prevail. It was an honor, a privilege and a singularly edifying experience to visit the American Normandy Cemetery at St. Laurent-sur-Mer here in France recently. It strongly reinforced for me the timeless principle that freedom is hard won and must never be taken for granted. Whatever your politics, wherever you stand, this is a lesson of recent history worth remembering from time to time. I for one thank these brave people, and shed a silent tear at their tragedy.





Videos of our visit to the D-Day beaches will be added to our youtube channel after the Azores to France series later in the year.

Bob.

Friday, June 7, 2013

You Tube Channel

Kia Ora from all aboard the good ship Koru.

For todays brief blog I thought I'd introduce you to our you tube channel. Here we post our Vlogs as opposed to our Blogs. We did a daily vlog on our trans Atlantic usually after we had done our daily Log Book entry. I have put a link in the side bar to the channel but just to get you going I thought I would also put a link here to the introduction.





There are two play lists pertinent to the sailing the first is  BVIs to Bermuda and the second is  Bermuda to the Azores . At the moment I am trying to find where I have hidden the third leg videos, the Azores to France, they appear to be somewhat elusive for now, I sincerely hope that I haven't deleted them by accident. It wasn't as nice a crossing as the first two and ended up being very challenging for us both. So it should be very interesting watching.

Anyway, that's enough for now.

Keep Well.

Nicky  =^-^=

Thursday, May 9, 2013

A bit of an aside.

Kia ora

I was looking through some photographs and came across one that was a picture of my breakfast. Now it's not unusual for me to take a photo of my food occasionally. Sometimes I just like to blog about my food. The reason why I mention this picture is because yes I eat breakfast, I am a huge advocate for breakfasts and it can often be my biggest meal of the day. Here is what I mean.


That is a bowl of GF oats sprinkled with slithered almonds and a tspn of honey with x2 boiled eggs and x2 baby bananas. And yes I can easily pack that away. But it totally keeps me full until 2 or 3 in the afternoon if not longer. Normally I have GF oats, blueberries and honey for breakfast. The GF oats are always made with water. I just can't imagine skipping breakfast and then being able to function properly for the rest of the day. Any way that's all I have for today. Have a good one, breakfast that is lols. 

Keep Well.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Boarded by Customs.

We were busy with the daily chores yesterday when we saw a RIB (Rigid Inflatable Boat) with four people on board drive past us twice. We thought nothing of it and then we heard a knock on the hull of Koru. Knocking on the hull would be the same as knocking on someones door. Scrubby poked his head up through the companionway hatch and the Customs Officers came on board. They introduced themselves and then proceeded to ask us whether we had any guns or drugs on board. Scrubby said "no", well you would wouldn't you! 

We had to produce the ships papers and our passports and then answer about 20 minutes of questions. This wasn't too bad, we've had previous experiences of being boarded by Customs, the last time was mid-channel. That time we saw the RIB pop out from behind a ship and race towards us full throttle and we were rammed by them as they scrambled on board, it's a good job we're a steel boat. That time we were questioned and then searched which was a most disconcerting experience. This time we were only questioned. 

Amongst the questions we were asked was the one "and what is your job" imagine this being asked in a French accent. I reply "I am a Registered Nurse" and Scrubby replies "I'm a TV producer" (this is because it's the easiest of his many and varied job descriptions to explain to someone whose first language isn't English). "So, you are famous" exclaims the Customs Officer. "Yes" says Scrubby using his best poker face, "I'm world famous in New Zealand". The Customs Officer starts to laugh proving that some Customs Officers really do have a sense of humor, thankfully. With all the traveling we do we have met some real shockers over the years. The worst and most obstructive we've come across have been in the Caribbean, I won't mention which particular Islands but they know who they are. 

I thought I'd leave you this time with a photograph of a little French fancy I spotted the other day. 


Keep Well x 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

An Eventful Crossing

This week we crossed the English Channel from the Isle of Wight East Cowes and headed across to Cherbourg France. It's only a 75 mile jaunt and based on our traveling sped of five nautical miles an hour it should take us 15 hours but in reality, by the time you have stowed all shore lines and fenders and then hoisted the sails and done the reverse for docking/landing at the other end of the trip, it takes about 18-20 hours. Cruising is definitely something you need to do when you are NOT under any time constraints.

We had a boisterous crossing and compared to Ocean sailing you usually have more of a bumpy time of it crossing the channel. And I have to say it felt bitterly cold at times. Thankfully, below decks, we were able to run our diesel heating system which allowed us to nip below for a warm whilst keeping the watch (keeping a look out for other vessels), it was essential for one thin blooded female on board.

The following is an excerpt from our log of the trip cross channel.


Time
Event
Log
T
M
E
F%
1815
Slipped East Cowes Marina, bound Cherbourg France, Bob &Nicky on board
1349


on
100
2200
Sails hoisted, 2 reefs, engine off
1365
200

3.30
96.5

20th April





0100
Engine on, sails lowered

200

on

0500
Alternator #2 shredded, probably due to misalignment. Much smoke. Engine off sails up, 2 reefs.

200

4.00
92.5
0800
Shake out reef, down to 1 reef
1412
200



1100
Sails down, engine on



on

1200
Berthed Chantereyne Marina, starboard side to.



1.0
91.5



At about 04:30 hours Robert was on deck manfully steering the yacht in the bitterly cold wind whilst I was snuggled down below in the bunk with a hottie bottie (hot water bottle) when I heard a weird noise, holy thawunk Batman what was that? If I remember correctly Robert leapt below deck started to open the engine room door and released a lot of smoke into the boat, he re-closed the door and raced back on deck to turn the engine off and he grabbed the fire extinguisher and re-opened the engine room door. Luckily the engine hadn't caught fire but there was something wrong. I had to climb on deck to keep a watch whilst Robert investigated.

Now the thing you have to remember is that we were motoring because there wasn't enough wind to sail and secondly we had already passed the mid-way point of the channel so we were back in the shipping lanes. And when I got on deck we were surrounded by ships and rather large ones at that. After checking over the engine Robert found the cause of our woes and it was this...


It's a metal whirly thing that sheared off the motor thingy attached to the engine.. lols.
It's something that sheared off one of the two alternators we have mounted on the engine. Now as you know if you've ever followed our blogs, we have work done to the boat and there always ends up being something not quite right about it. And this has just been added to the long, long list of those. In fact we've only had this second alternator fitted to the engine in the last month. And this was it's first proper outing.

Anyhoo, you can imagine the scene it was pitch black, no wind for sails and no engine, cast adrift in the shipping lanes of the English Channel in winter (well spring really, it just feels like winter). But fortunately it wasn't like that, once the smoke had cleared we still had an engine that was working and enough wind had set in for us to re-hoist the sails and head for Cherbourg. We ended up being thankful for the lead lined doors of the engine room and having an engine that still worked.

In fact we ended up having enough wind in Cherbourg to make berthing very tricky indeed but that's another story entirely.

Keep Well
Till next time x