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Brett Sparrow and Scott Wonenberg

"Against All Odds".

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March 7, 2004

Day 46
16.25

17.06
18.30

Birds squabbling- magic to me ears yearning for noise, something…
something to distract my thoughts on my stomach!
Feel useless just relying on wind to move us. Decided to get rowing again.
Light showers through the night. Dropped into double digits on distance to Bar. Yeahaaa!

March 8, 2004

10.00

10.40

12.20

16.22

Daybreak, Very light wind…KEEP ON ROWING!
Saw forked tailed a flying fish in mid flight and swallow it with a flick of the head. Showoff!
Brett catches Dorada. Fought it for 40 minutes. Cooked a fine meal and cut most of fillets for drying- supplement snacks and meals.
End Day 46 Logged 62 N.M.
N13°19.945
W58°40.975 Distance to Bar. 56N.M

Comments: Very little breeze. Got food, got water; we be rowing! Still no sign of island but can feel something close.

March 9, 2004

Day 47

05.40

09.00

No wind, no swell. Just a belly full of fish. I feel so much better in body and spirits. Strength flows back into muscles.
Black bird hitch hiker on stern for a couple hours before light. Looked quite happy for the free ride. Did not seem to be concerned by human presence.
Drizzles during night.
27 N.M to go to Bar.

Double Ration of chicken a-la-king. This is a meal we have dreamed about since we started on the freeze dried. One each.
FM 92.9- The Voice Of Barbados… They seem to have real talent on this wee island. Reminds me of home in Africa

13.20

13.36

Land in Sight! FINALLY! Opened our 2 beers and drank them to Barbados and our Belgium friends from Las Artes Cafe in Tenerife. 1? Westmalle- Dubbel. Bitter but good.
1? Trappist. Sweet.
Went down mighty fine with fish biltong.

Lunch; one beef stroganoff each.

Barbados covered in cloud. Raining, humid air. Getting closer. Evidence of greenery through the grey. More and more birds joining us. Sounds are so sweet.
Took Martin Woods advice and headed for the cliffs. Rugged coastline. “Go in as close as you can so you can see the bikinis on the beaches.”
Once or twice we did question his advice as it got real serious and dangerous in the swells crashing onto the jagged coral claws, always reminding us of the consequences if we judged the surges, wind and tide. Had to keep close though as the wind would threaten to blow us out to sea again.
Fishing boat came to offer us a tow but we refused even though we were starting to have a real battle to make headway. Zigzagging back and forth along the coast line.
White Admiral came out to meet us as we were entering the port of Port Saint Charles.

20.12	Landed. Land became the wobbly alternative to the “stable” ocean. Wow. Feeling overwhelmed, unreal, drunk on life, light headed, just so happy.
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