After a week in the Galapagos we are starting to prep the boat for the 2700 nm to French Polynesia. We hope it will not take more than 21 days, but obviously it all depends on the wind. Most boats leave from Mexico, but there are a few of us that are leaving early from Panama or the Galapagos. We hope to maintain a radio net to keep in touch. I’m tired of making ocean crossings solo, I’m really looking forward to a few other voices out there with us, even if it is over the radio waves.
The boat is stocked with everything we think we will need for the next few months since provisioning is limited in the Marquesas and Tuamotus. The shower has become the new pantry and we have every other nook and cranny filled with food. We’ve bought a bunch of bootlegged DVD’s from a guy on the street, downloaded podcasts, books and music. I’ve got a full on pharmacy on board: painkillers, 10 different antibiotics (three for malaria, two that were used in an experimental appendicitis study, more for staph infections, ear infections, eye infections, lots of cipro and topical creams). I’ve got an IV kit, epinephrine, flomax for kidney stones, Xylocane and enough gauze and bandaging supplies to supply a small hospital. I got my EMT license figuring if I had it, I wouldn’t need it. Counting on that!
We’ve got four gumby suits, two life rafts, epirbs, and a very large ditch bag. Our boat is solid, well equipped, and everything has been checked and double checked. I also have a very capable captain who has kept us very safe so far. All seems OK, and yet, I’m still freaking out here! Mike reminds me we aren’t climbing Everest or sailing to Antarctica, hundreds of boats do this run every year, we aren’t doing anything exceptionally crazy, in fact it is pretty routine………still….maybe I need to do one more pharmacy run for Xanax!