BRPost11 230314I have done some adventurous activities during my lifetime – the summit of Mount Kilimanjaru and trek up to Mount Everest Base Camp fearing altitude sickness ; had a Gorilla brush my clothing as it passed me in Rwanda fearing being taken for its play mate; had speeding trucks pass me within a metre to spare when cycling roads the length of New Zealand fearing becoming the tread of the tyre.

However, what was I thinking when I jumped at the opportunity to assist crewing a yacht (Blog Post 10 28/2/14).

I seriously thought I was going to die at sea!

We were 40 nautical miles off the West Coast of the South Island at the mercy of 25 knot winds in 2-5 metre white wash.

It was near pitch black except for the dull light from the GPS screen being emitted from below, reminding me that no contour lines meant open ocean.

Clouds blocked out the night sky similar to curtains being pulled during WW2 bombing air raids; the little light a top the mast gave some solace to see the wind vain and be able to gauge which way the wind was gusting so as to try and point the yacht in the best position as possible, so as to maximize wind shear in the sails.

Let alone stay upright and afloat!

The noise of wind whistle on canvas, waves breaking against the yacht and stuff sliding from side to side in the cabin were sound effects amplifying the terror I felt.

Y545Perhaps made worse because we had already sailed for four days and three nights continuous without anchor.  And with only intermittent sleep.

Exhaustion is something not to be under estimated.  I speak with confidence when I write that it plays games with your mind.

It had me thinking about life before the adventure, death as a result of the adventure – or more so asking the question over 200 times, why did I do this adventure?

Have you ever been placed into a situation beyond your doing to lose the ability to change the course of action for an immediate better?

How did that feel?

Exciting?  Adrenalin rushing?  Can’t get enough of it?

Or terrifying? Stressful?  Sick to your stomach?

Or was it a combination of both?

The in-shore sailing we did close to land or the days we had to use diesel power were absolutely idyllic.   It connected to my imagination of how our sailing was going to be the whole trip.

But when the weather turned sour and the seas chopped up, did my seasoned crew mates words of “she’ll be alright” or “the yacht won’t sink”  bridge my fear barometer one bit.Y547

I believe I was certainly getting my purpose, substance and meaning just desserts.  It tested my resolve way beyond anything else I have ever adventured in – even better than sky diving!

With icing on the top and all!

I seriously thought I was going to die at sea!

To be continued …

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