Everyday the anglo-american side of the crew has to explain an english word to the french contingent. Yesterday it was subservient. As the whole conversation developed one crew said well not like my partner she isn’t a wallflower and the other was like nor like mine she is pretty strong willed.

Yesterday with the brief sunlight I washed my hair on the transom which felt great and that started a rush of preening amongst the crew. The brief sun was very nice before we were plunged into a deep sea fog as a result of warm air mass hitting the cold water. Last night a fine mist set in soaking most aboard to the bone it was noticeable when turning the maglite on for sail trim as the water droplets glinted in the torchlight.

Also yesterday Delicate Balance went storming by and I had a brief conversation with a friend aboard on the VHF unfortunately for them they have no instruments and are having problems with downloading grib files with their sat phone. It made us a little envious aboard seeing them come from the horizon behind to beyond the horizon ahead with ease!

When I asked David if he was enjoying his first ocean race his reply was yes but I am not going to make a career out of it. The next I heard from him was this mornings sarcastic comment well at least we have the sun out! This in response to coming on deck to a slate gray sea and monochrome white sky. We asked the navigator if we were in the North Sea as it definitely doesn’t feel like the fun race to Hawaii with blue skies and seas that are promised,

Our top speed yesterday was 14.8 with a reef in the main and the blast reacher. We have put reefs in and out over the last 24 hours depending on the wave set and wind speed if done at the right time it really doesn’t change our boat speed and also stops us from throwing Wayne out of the starboard bunk!

My brothers mother in law made a great hot milk sponge cake which the crew devoured along with all the other great and copious food we have on-board so despite our drop to 6th place the mood aboard is not that bad.

on the VHF unfortunately for them they have no instruments and are having problems with downloading grib files with their sat phone. It made us a little envious aboard seeing them come from the horizon behind to beyond the horizon ahead with ease!

When I asked David if he was enjoying his first ocean race his reply was yes but I am not going to make a career out of it. The next I heard from him was this mornings sarcastic comment well at least we have the sun out! This in response to coming on deck to a slate gray sea and monochrome white sky. We asked the navigator if we were in the North Sea as it definitely doesn’t feel like the fun race to Hawaii with blue skies and seas that are promised,

Our top speed yesterday was 14.8 with a reef in the main and the blast reacher. We have put reefs in and out over the last 24 hours depending on the wave set and wind speed if done at the right time it really doesn’t change our boat speed and also stops us from throwing Wayne out of the starboard bunk!

My brothers mother in law made a great hot milk sponge cake which the crew devoured along with all the other great and copious food we have on-board so despite our drop to 6th place the mood aboard is not that bad.

It doesn’t look clean like this now!

Last night the sky finally cleared and we had a beautiful starry night making it easier to drive using the stars instead of looking at instruments. With beautiful sunny skies and a few puffs of clouds the mood on the boat is much lifted.

We went from 1st in division to 2nd overnight but how can you compete against 25+ more feet of waterline length when reaching. The colbalt blue seas have little wind waves on top of long ocean swells which make surfing possible. We have had the blast reacher up now for over 24 hours – Slyvain at UK did a beautiful job designing the sail.

Another of todays victories is Olivier unblocking the head which was out of use and as it was under so much pressure no one wanted to be at the receiving end of a brown geyser! The sailing is truly spectacular and yesterday David saw another whale diving in the sunset. All we need now is a full moon to light up the night sky. The food continues to amaze with a mouthwatering beef stew which melted in the mouth and last night a seafood chowder. The solar panel is now working wonders charging the battery so we only need to charge one hour per day in stark contrast to Myles and I having to charge every 4 hours on RBI.

It was a slow start to the race with the now familiar slatting of sails starting off Point Reyes after a promising start in the bay with the number 3 up and 19 knots of wind.

I went off watch shortly after exiting the bay and awoke to be told there had been dolphins visiting that quickly got bored.

More amazing was something I had never seen before 1000’s upon 1000’s of 2 foot round jelly fish with 10 foot long tentacles stacked as far as you could see down and on either side of the boat. Interspersing the massive fish were small 4 inch long clear jelly fish with small tentacles and the internal body organs looking like planets in a solar system joined together by clear jelly! Another time I came on watch I had just missed a pod of whales moving along at 180 degrees towards the coast. Last night we floated in breeze from 2.5-8 knots working our way very unusually north until we were off Bodega Bay. RB crew is getting into the rythmn of the race and we are steaming along in 9 knots of wind still dragging the stern so there is a lot of very good food cooked by Wayne’s daughter and son in law to consume.

Friends of Rhum Boogie and Her Crew

This coming Wednesday, July 7, Rhum Boogie with skipper and crew cross the starting line and race from San Francisco to Hawaii in the 2010 Pacific Cup.

Who’s aboard?

Wayne Lamprey – owner/skipper

Olivier Laparra – on his third Pac Cup, Ashley Perrin – inveterate sailor/adventurer,

Mathieu Peyron – stepping up to navigate, and David Krausz – making the move from round the buoys to ocean racing.

The race – the Pacific Cup. Each year racing sailboats cross the Pacific from California to Hawaii. On odd-numbered years, the race is the Trans-Pac and the start is from Long Beach. Even-numbered years, the Pacific Cup starts in front of the St Francis yacht club just off San Francisco’s Marina Green and boats head out the Golden Gate to cover 2070 miles to Kaneohe on Oahu. The web-site for the Pac Cup for more information is here: http://pacificcup.org/

Following the Race – and Rhum Boogie. The boats – about 60 in all – are divided into divisions based upon performance and each division starts on a different day. Rhum Boogie is in Division C and starts on July 7 at 12:45. Here are the division splits and the boats in each: http://pacificcup.org/2010/divisions There are nine boats in Division C, each with a different performance handicap, the number in the far right column. Rhum Boogie according to the computer and rating gurus is the “slowest” boat in Division C. You can track our progress – where we are in the Pacific – as each boat will have a transponder on board and the location of all the boats will be shown here: http://pacificcup.org/2010/divisions Per the ratings, Rhum Boogie should be behind all other boats in Division C. The real result won’t be known until handicaps are applied and so-called corrected times are calculated. Over the course of the race, 2070 miles, the difference in handicaps in Division C between the slowest boat, Rhum Boogie with a rating of 566, and the fastest boat, Andromeda with a rating of 528, amounts to a lot of time, 21.85 hours to be exact. That means that if Rhum Boogie, a petite 33 footer with a crew of five, finishes less than 21.85 hours after Andromeda, a stately Swan 59 with a crew complement of eleven (!!), Rhum Boogie beats Andromeda.

The fastest boats in the fleet are Pegasus and Limit – large, fast big-budget boats from California and Australia respectively. They are in Division E and start on Saturday the 10th. Despite our three day head start, these boats will likely get to Oahua before poor Rhum Boogie. A photo of Rhum Boogie on the Bay is attached.

The Start. The race starts in the San Francisco Bay just in front of the St Francis Yacht Club and our start is at 12:45. We will be docked at the St. Francis the night before and will shove off by 11:00. You can join family and friends if you wish on the race-deck at the St Francis to watch the boats cross the line as the starting gun is fired. (Stride with confidence into the club and tell them you are there for the Pac Cup start.) The other option is to watch the start using the St Francis “race-cam,” that is pointed right down the starting line. Here’s a link: http://207.150.197.186/ Rhum Boogie will be the boat with a red hull, sail number 33007. (The far end of the line will be the favored end, so expect the boats to crowd there.)

Once we reach Oahu – 10 to 14 days from our start – the Mai Tais flow, the luaus commence, we party, relax and enjoy Hawaii.

Aloha, Wayne

I leave on Wednesday for Hawaii on Rhum Boogie a 33 footer. You can track us at http://www.ionearth.com/2010/pacific-cup/

Have to sleep so check out http://www.rbandi.com/2010/06/sister-and-brother-line-honours-in-class-four/ will write more on the plane home.

Quote of the leg – “sis why are we going so slowly? Because we aren’t on a class 40…. oh yeah”

Another one – I like the North Sea with AIS all the ships move out of our way the Channel VTS on the other hand is like a 7 year old waiting to cross a motorway!

There was anchoring and rowing involved in yet another light wind leg. More later…

Quote of the leg – ”I feel like I am in a wetlands nature reserve.” this from Myles as we disturb yet another lot of seabirds sitting on the glassy calm sea at night trying to sleep. The puffins flap and squawk and work very hard to not move very far – kind of like us!

It was a hard slog on the longest leg with absolutely no wind at points. We didn’t realise how much of a match race it was with Suroma but looking back at the tracks it was a very exciting race for those ashore to watch! At some points especially after being taken 21 miles off course to the west of the rhum line when we thought we had lost the lead to Suroma the boat was fully depressed!

We had to remind ourselves that it was at times beautiful sailing conditions. The cable layer had an exclusion zone of 3 miles either side and in front and 6 miles behind it so in essence it was a 54 mile moving exclusion zone. They pushed us into the center of the high and we almost lost the will to live. Luckily on the 3rd day we saw what turned out to be Beyond on the horizon and that spured us on. Then later that day we saw another boat on the horizon and pursuaded ourselves it was Suroma. We both went into inshore mode and worked ourselves into a frenzy and finally passed them and then found out it was Zest the Sigma 38. We cruised in company with them for a day and half and then on thursday night as we were 25 miles from the finish we tacked and they didn’t follow. The last night we didn’t sleep constantly trimming and working the boat really wishing we had an Autopilot.

On this leg you don’t see land for 95% of it so there is no cell phone signal it wasn’t until we got 25 miles away that we were able to find out where our competition was. At that point the smiles returned on the boat and depression lifted as we enjoyed going downwind in albeit very light wind in the sun.

We drifted across the line in 3 knots of wind with the tide and were followed in by Suroma 12 hours later, Zest about 2 hours later and Beyond about 10 hours later. What a frustrating leg! We are still in first and start again tomorrow morning in very light winds for the next week. We both have things we have to do July 1st – Myles a job interview and myself a flight so we will have to work hard to make it.

There was rowing involved again on this leg. Getting around the oil rigs was not as much of a mission as it was last time maybe because we had AIS. The AIS was a complete lifesaver great bit of kit worth every penny. All the ships altered course to go around us with the exception of the cable layer. The sandbanks off Lowestoft were challenging yet again and I promised myself never to come back to the North Sea. Myles on the other hand is suggesting we do the sevenstar round britain race doublehanded end of August going the opposite way round non stop. That would be the definition of crazy 🙂

Thanks to Taika (Kim Vasey) we have an autopilot for the last leg of the race so it will be a lot easier in the light airs of the next leg to trim the boat without wondering around the ocean at the same time 🙂

We have been lucky to arrive and therefore depart at sensible times of the day unlike some of the boats which have left in the middle of the night. The leg from Barra to Lerwick we left at around 4 pm after a few hours of necessary boat repair. The night before I reglassed the rudder on Comedy of Errors after they went aground – Santana only had minor repairs to be done in comparison. My parents who were camping on the shore overlooking the anchorage stood on the headland waving my dad’s red trousers which drew the attention of some passing kayakers who rushed over to them thinking they were in distress! Loaded with lots of mum’s tasty homemade food we were off for the 440 mile leg starting with a light air beat to Barra Head against the tide.

I was on watch for the first hour and half then Myles took over and did a great job tacking on the shifts and taking us around Barra Head which was shrouded in fog. The fog deepened the first night and wind went from 6 to 12 knots so it was a cold frustrating night just keeping the boat moving really wishing we had an autopilot that worked. Our autopilot gave up the ghost the first leg of this race so we are pretty exhausted as it means we have to wake each other up instead of doing sail changes on our own. Also the auto would be great for light air so we could trim instead of the spinnaker collapsing on each wave!

From Barra Head to St Kilda was very simple just stick to the rhumb line and as the sun came up it slowly burnt away the fog and the wind picked up so that we were freed enough to hoist the spinnaker.

St Kilda emerged from the fog looking like as Myles said something from Jurassic Park. The sailing was beautiful with some nice surfs and again rhumb line however we did stay slightly west in case the shift we were expecting came in earlier. 20 miles from Sula Sgeir the shift came in harder and earlier then expected and hoping it was temporary we stayed on the headed gybe and before I knew it we went from 2 miles left of the rhumb to 6 miles right. We had peeled the spinnaker just as I came on watch from the light to the heavier and also set up the heavy jib flaking the number 2 just in case. These sail changes combined with a long light air night in the fog meant Myles was pretty tired so I decided to leave him to sleep until I absolutely had to have him on deck. Finally we got to a point where we had to gybe otherwise we would not make Sula Sgeir which was 20 minutes till his watch so we did a gybe which was a bit interesting to say the least! When someone is coming on deck we tend to have them drive in a maneuver rather than risk them stumbling around on deck and falling off! So sometimes the driving has much to be desired! To my dismay the wind shifted more and it looked like we might have to put up the jib to make the ‘mark’. I can tell you I was mad at myself thinking I had lost us 6+ miles to the competition behind. However, the wind shifted back and we ended up dead down wind again going around Sula. Another night cold and damp in the fog with ¼ mile visibility meant we didn’t see Sula Sgeir as we rounded it.

From Sula up to Muckle Flugga is a long leg 190 miles and the wind was meant to clock from dead behind to right on the nose over the course of the leg. I was conflicted between taking a gamble and staying on the favored gybe heading right at Muckle at 10+ knots and hoping the wind would not go on the nose till later and by then we would be around the top of the Shetlands or gybe and give ourselves 10 miles westing on the rhumb line. How do you make a layline call in effect from 190 miles away using grib files which are already 2 days old? I really wish we had a satellite phone at this point to download some more gribs and I was wishing that even more by the end of the leg! So we went on the unfavoured gybe playing it conservative and covering the competition from ahead. This leg was a leg of wraps so which I can say is much better than Chinese gybing! Myles learnt the trick of gybing the main and leaving the spinnaker which 9 times out of 10 rotates the spinnaker back the other way clearing it from the forestay. The third gybe we switched around how we did the maneuver slightly and it went off quite well so we were pleased. The wind then headed us to aim straight at Muckle maybe paying us back for our rudder fixing in Barra ?

We kept the 10 miles of westing in the bank and stayed with the spinnaker until the wind went way forward and picked up. With the wave action and the wind shifting 30 degrees and getting up to 30 knots I broached waking Myles up. We put the boat on its feet again and off I went still trying to stay on course until another 30 knot gust came through combined with a cross sea we again broached. At this point I made the call to drop the spinnaker. Myles pleaded from down below cant it wait till I am on watch? Unfortunately that wasn’t for another hour and half and we would have lost out west advantage so I basically told him to MTFU or as we would say in Rothera put your dive suit on princess and come and do the sail change. So Myles grabbed the helm and I hoisted the number 3 and took down the kite. For the next 170 miles or so we were on a reach keeping out westing with the wave action and the boat not liking to reach it was a tough time and the wind got up to 40 knots. We went through several iterations of sail combinations trying to find the right amount of power. At one point we had the trysail and the main reefed put that was feeble. What we really needed was a smaller number 4 and a smaller reef in the main to balance the boat instead we ended up with a large jib and a very small main which also made me nervous as the rig was moving around a lot. The rig on the boat is older than Myles and I did what I could to stabilize it.

It is mid summer up here so it is light all day and night. After a hard night of being pounded and only 55 miles left to race and the wind still at 30 knots I decided to change to hour long watches as 3 hours at the helm was miserable. I changed our waypoints to 2 mile off Muckle Flugga instead of 800 yards as it was a nasty lee shore and the tide was against us and the wind. We freed off to a reach around the most Northern point of the British Isles and as Myles said the only redeeming feature of it was that we would soon be past it. The boat was soaking wet and we were cold and tired just getting dressed with the boat moving around so much took 30 minutes never mind making something to eat or drink. The wave action off Muckle Flugga was extreme with very very large rollers coming in from two angles and with the odd sail combination we didn’t really have the power to stay in front of the breaking waves. We battened down the hatches closing up the boat and Myles came on deck to sit on the cockpit floor looking behind tell me what waves were coming at me as I was concentrating on keeping the boat on its feet. The rollers from the left were breaking and rolling the boat and the ones from behind were breaking onto the boat. There was spume all over the place and I just wanted out of the area and to be headed south!

We sailed beyond Muckle out to the east until we were on the layline for the outer skerries but instead of risking a gybe we tacked around in the flat between the wave crests. I handed the helm to Myles and started bailing out the boat. The wind moderated to the mid 20s and seeing as it was dead down wind we shook out the two reefs so we had a full main and number 4 giving us 10 knots of boat speed. We were all set to make the outer skerries easily when Myles told me to get on deck as there was a fishing boat which we only saw when we were at the tops of the wave crests! I called the boat on the VHF by position then by number then by name to find out how far their nets were out behind them and to tell them we would go across their bow. No one answered and in fact as we went by we could see now one in the bridge which was very disconcerting. We called them again after we had crossed their bow and finally someone answered. Not wanting to have to gybe twice we soaked low being frustrated by the jib collapsing in the lee of the main and on the surfs but I was not willing to put up a spinnaker with only 11 miles before we would have to drop it and being very tired.

I took the helm again just before the Skerries and Myles had an hour and half asleep while we surfed to Bressay. It was sunny and cold and pretty good fun. Myles woke up and put the stereo on full blast and pranced around down below doing some more bailing out. With 10 miles to go both of us were on deck and I put the two reefs back in the main for the final 5 mile beat to the finish up Bressay Sound. Myles was wondering allowed who was going to watch England play in the World Cup with him in a Scottish port while I was dreaming of a shower and a warm dry bed! It was still blowing knocking the boat down several times and I was seriously concerned about the way the rig was pumping. So we finished at 4:24pm and I have just woken up after having slept for 12 hours. The locals in Lerwick are so kind and you are given a host family for your stay ours being the Frasier’s who live next door to the yacht club. Myles stayed on the boat as it continues to blow very hard and there was damage in the fleet with the boats being rafted together. I took up the Frasier’s very kind offer of a queen size bed and now it is 10am I am off to clean up the boat some more.

Quote of the leg ‘I think I should take up golfing they are all sitting in a warm clubhouse or alternatively take up yachting and just do round the island race!’ Myles Perrin

Looks like the Carribbean but a bit chillier!

The leg from Kinsale to the Fastnet rock was a beautiful spinnaker run dropping at the rock and heading up on a broad reach on the rhumb line past Dingle where we ran into a wind hole and watched helpless as everyone behind roared up behind us and we in effect restarted. The wind came out of the North and built leaving us to beat the 120 miles up the west coast of Ireland into 25 knots with a reef and the number four. While charging in the rough stuff we got air in the fuel line and the engine shut off. We turned off all electrical for 36 hours as we couldn’t charge in the conditions – a big disadvantage which I didn’t realize the boat had ? At 2:30am with the need to turn on the computer as we were closing into the shore line I tore apart the interior of the boat removing the engine cover and bleeding the engine. The air block went all the way to the injectors requiring me to even crack those and it sputtered to life thankfully as it would have been a long next few days. The beat turned into dead down wind to Barra from the NW tip of Ireland we tried to stick to the rhumb sailing really low i.e. 170TWA for 6 hours in 20+ knots. Several times we were joined by pods of dolphins and even a whale. We knew the wind was going to veer to the North so we built up to 7 miles to the west of the rhumb line. After yet another rainy system came through and cleaning up after my brothers Chinese experience we had the number 3 up and were reaching to Barra Head eventually in beautiful sun and blue sky. We finished at around 4pm yesterday and just as we finished the rain came in and it started to blow 25 just in time for us to pull out the two anchors to anchor just off Castlebay.

A nice fisherman in Barra gave us 12 crab claws which we cooked up for starters in Barra while at anchor.

On this last leg we just finished she hit a top speed of 23 knots going down the face of a steep wave with the spinnaker up at 2am in 25 knots. About 30 minutes later I was pinned to the leeward side of the boat (which had been the weather side) covered in the full jib inventory. Myles was tired and had Chinese gybed after swimming out of the jibs I bounded on deck in only my thermals to sort out the mess he had created. As Myles says so much for all the people snubbing her as a 5 knot shit box!

The penalty for being over the line or extensions of it after the one minute gun is 30 minutes per 1 second over with no going back. We thought this would mean the fleet was way back from the line – not true! The committee boat was favoured as they didn’t want us getting to close to the pin (the Royal Navy ship Ironduke) and about 10 boats tried to fit in space for 5 while we started about 50 yards down from the boat in clear air about 15 seconds late.

Everyone started with small jibs for maneuverability and being the smallest we were soon wallowing while the big boys rolled over the top of us. At the breakwater we did an inline change to the number two and reached out to the Eddystone rock where the wind picked up and it was a tack change to the number 3. The change took us to the north of the rhumb line while everyone sailed on the favoured tack to the Lizard. We wanted to be to the left of the fleet as the wind was meant to go around to the south however, with the tack change we found ourselves the furthest right but in a 30 degree lift with the tide pushing us back to the rhumb line and around the Lizard. It became a fast tight reach to Bishops while everyone to the south was coming in downwind in lighter air so we rounded within the top 2/3rds of the 60 boat fleet.

The spinnaker was hoisted at Bishops and during the hoist the bag went over as Myles hadn’t clipped it on in his haste to try and retrieve it he head butted the deck. The bag disappeared behind and Myles stood up with blood coming out of his nose, teeth etc. Mum was going to ask me to explain this one in Kinsale!

The new spinnaker bag aka bin bag!
We had a great run down the rhumb line with the heavy kite deciding to take it down when the wind got up to 32 knots in the continuous rain squalls that kept on coming in. The AIS system was brilliant in allowing us to follow everyone’s moves in the race and see what their boatspeed and course was. I think this new cat 2 requirement is really going to change yacht racing. As we closed into the lighthouse at Kinsale at 2:30am we saw the fleet slowing to 1.5 knots and there was no way around the hole between us and the finish. The last 5 miles took 6 hours and included us getting out the oar and rowing (something you are allowed to do in the race!). My parents took 15 hours to get from the start in Plymouth driving and on the ferry arriving late the night before.

After a great 48 hours including the repair jobs, a visit to a 15th century fort, the best pub meal I have had in a long time and a very sound sleep in a great B and B we took off again early in the morning headed for Barra. My boyfriend who had come down for the stop over headed north (back to his home) with a few jobs to do and pass the parts onto my parents. Loading us down again with great homemade treats and food my parents left the night before for the three day trek by car and two ferries to the Outer Hebrides Island of Barra we ended up getting here 4 hours before them.

Mum’s food is very very tasty!