Below is the link to the Eyeopener video that Doug produced that aired on Channel 5 this Monday:
Some of you might remember that we recorded a video at the beach in Barbuda that Doug took to his office at Channel 5 and cut into one of their Eyeopeners. He had to put quite an effort into removing the significant wind noise etc.
That wake up call video is now scheduled for this coming Monday, August 21. It airs twice: first between 05:12am and 05:15am EST and 06:12am and 06:15 EST. After it airs, it will be uploaded to the wcvb.com website as well!
Now that the video aired on TV, here is the link: http://www.wcvb.com/article/wake-up-call-from-the-tioga/12040469
Maybe some will be getting up early enough to watch it live.
We timed our departure from Falmouth Harbor to coincide with the Antigua Classic week. However, due to other preparations, the installation of the new alternator etc, we ended up only looking at extremely pretty yachts at their docks, rather than sailing with them out at sea. The hike up to Shirley Heights was another highlight.
We got our food in Jolly Harbor and sailed into the night to get to Barbuda – one of the most beautiful places we know in the area. A nice downwind sail under gennaker got us to St Barth’s the next day and we continued on to Bermuda from there.
Catching a yellow-fin tuna just south of Bermuda was another highlight of this roughly 1000nm leg. In Bermuda, a spectacular place in its own right, the preparations for the America’s Cup made for an even more memorable experience.
A few more photos of our crew that sailed from Antigua to Bermuda.
We started our journey with an immediate highlight, hiking up to Shirley Heights, and overcoming our first challenges, recovering Ellen’s bracelet and installing the alternator, before sailing around Antigua to Jolly Harbor.
All were extremely happy with the decision to stop over in Barbuda with one of the nicest beaches we know.
St Barth’s also did not disappoint although we barely had enough time to see it.
The easterly tradewinds carried us far north before they calmed down (we sailed 514nm in 3 days), gave us a chance to swim in 13000ft deep water and then forced us to run the engine for a while. The silver lining of the now full batteries was the fact that we did not have to use our hydro generator and therefore went fishing.
The yellow-fin tuna was another highlight of this roughly 950nm sail.
Of course, arriving in Bermuda is always a highlight. With the America’s Cup in town, this visit was even more special. The fact that we lived a resort life just because we were mooring next to Grotto Bay Resort put the icing on the cake.
We should do this more often…
Is it the turquoise water, the sense of achievement after app. 900 miles of sailing, the America’s Cup catamarans, the rolling hills with the pastel colored houses and their typical white roofs, the history towns like St George’s or the Royal Naval Dockyard radiate, or just the fact that we reached the home of the Dark ‘n Stormies,…?
after our exciting Tuna catch the day before, we finally got close enough to our favorite offshore destination, Bermuda, to see the Gibb’s Hill lighthouse in the distance. We connected with Bermuda Harbor Radio, got approval to enter St George’s harbor through the famous cut at 3am and, as always, were impressed that Customs and Immigration’s would open for just us in the middle of the night.
We found a good spot in the anchorage, dropped off the genoa for repairs the next morning, went sightseeing and shopping in St George’s, visited the White Horse Tavern for a drink and got some diesel before the sail to our mooring in Grotto Bay.
Grotto Bay is the location of the Grotto Bay Resort (where Candice and Dan renewed their wedding vowels last year and the team met Nathan who runs a Catamaran charter company and also a small mooring business) and we were welcomed with open arms. Although we just rented Nathan’s private mooring, were treated as if we were part of the resort, had a nice dinner in one of their restaurants, enjoyed the facilities, their internet and of course the bar at the pool.
While the captain focused on his business work, the crew enjoyed caves, visited Hamilton, took the ferry to the Royal Naval Dockyard, watched the America’s Cup catamarans practice (can you spot Ben Ainsle or Dean Barker on the photos?) and more.
Of course, we had to pay a visit to the Swizzle Inn (which is in walking distance from the resort) to sample the Rum Swizzles (their signature drink), have dinner, leave our names on the ceiling and watch the Captain publicly confirming that he was Spartacus (as part of the nightly entertainment games that were organized by an energetic musician who sent a Viking Helmet through the audience).
A perfect leg came to a perfect end.
We’ll be back to Bermuda soon to continue our journey…
The wind died in the middle of the night and we comfortably motor sailed to stay on schedule . Everyone slept well especially the midships crew with the minimal heel. No one was jammed into their leecloths. Another beautiful day and we were welcomed into the pre Bermudean waters by a couple of graceful Bermuda longtails. The next welcome was not quite so welcoming- multiple Portugese Man of War jellies with their clear floating Mohawk like “sails” and lots of poison amo below. We saw about 20 and quite close to our boat. Phillip had the courageous idea of trying to bring one on board for closer inspection. So bucket fishing he went. The rest of the timid crew scrambled to find the Marine Medicine textbook and bone up on the lifethreatening symptoms and the best possible treatment. For most jellies, vinegar is the best way to neutralize the toxin release. But the PMOW is an exception and so warm water at 45degrees C is your best bet. After the warm water, if the person is in s
hock, Epipen can help. Then you transfer to a hospital for an anti-venom infusion. We wondered whether Bermuda EDs had that in stock. Thankfully, Phillip’s bucket attempts were unsuccessful. We suspect that Ulf, who was at the wheel, had the wisdom to steer the boat close enough to the jelly to make Phillip believe he was helping, but never allowed a catch.
However, the story of Phillip’s fishing did have a happy ending. We were all sitting around early PM, contemplating a stale sandwich lunch, when alas one of our 2 fishing lines started to splash up. Our first thought was Sargassa seaweed, but an intense Doug thought otherwise. He methodically pulled in a magnificent 10 lb yellow fin tuna. On the floor of the cockpit, Doug and Phillip turned that prize catch into juicy steaks of tuna fillets. Ellen and Roger then cooked up a special feast of ginger tuna, lightly seared with pepper and ginger, served on a bed of cous- cous and accompanied by a pear salad. Phillip reminded us that Neptune needed to be acknowledged, so the bottled of cherry was opened and a toast was celebrated.
The lights of Bermuda are showing at the horizon now; the end of another epic day.
The day started with Captain Philip raising the broken genoa to let it dry. After everyone got out of their bunks we worked together to bring down the dried genoa: While Ellen kept Tioga on a steady course, Roger slowly dropped the sail inch by inch. Philip, Doug and Ulf flaked and rolled the sail into a perfect block.
This hard work was quickly rewarded with a blue ocean swim. All sails were dropped, a fender on a line was thrown into the water. Ellen overcame her fears of deep water, sharks and Portuguese men of war and swam without her best swimming friend “Jim Buoy”. The 50 year old boys turned 15 and did cannon balls, flips, somersaults and a triple sow cow into the 1000s of feet of crystal clear water. Fortunately nobody got hurt. The drone was launched to take more pictures of the happy crew.
Everyone got hungry. Ulf created the “use it before it goes bad omelette” which half emptied the fridge and filled everyones stomach.
The wind disappeared and we started the motor and raised the fly. We played some farkel. Nobody seemed to quite know the farkel rules that were established by the international federation of farkel players rule councils. No problem, we made them up.
Then we had you know blah blah more great food and enjoyed another blah blah wonderful sun set…. 140 miles Etmal. Our eta is Wednesday morning.