This was the toughest month of my life – sailing 7,000 nautical miles across the largest and most ferocious ocean on the planet. This article scooped second place in the AITO Young Travel Writer Award 2016.
With our 100ft mast, its mainsail and our two headsails dangerously overpowered, we were battling to keep on course and our yacht intact. “All hands on deck,” shouted our skipper, 32-year-old Ash Skett, as we wrestled with 50-metre-long, 2in-girth ropes that were snapping violently like angry boa constrictors, while sails the size of badminton courts flapped boisterously.
After three hours of screaming, cursing, cuts and bruises we finally got our yacht under some sort of control. “We call these the tanks of the sea,” said a grinning Ash, as I nursed a post-storm ginger biscuit. “Now that,” he reassured me, “that was… living!”
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May 7, 2016