In January, I embarked on a solo row across the Atlantic Ocean!
This morning I smelled something burning; either a passing boat was having a mean barbecue or my boat was catching fire. Not surprisingly, it was the latter.
After meeting two Venezuelan fishing boats in the same day, I played it safe and did my evening shift with the nav-light on (I usually only leave it on while sleeping, as it can be difficult to watch
Today was one of the few days where I relished in my decision to wear clothes. Let me take a step back…
I set off from Dakar on January 3 to complete a solo, unsupported, mainland-to-mainland row across the Atlantic Ocean.
I may or may not have named a few of the dorados that have been following under my boat — Ed, Edd, and Eddie. Today was not a good day for Edd.
Lots of long, dramatic “Noooooo!”s, mixed in with a few “Why?!!!”s, just for kicks, today. There it was, a few miles away: a chat with a human being. Or a poker game.
Another late night entertaining guests. Noisy and messy ones. They flew by a bit after sunset, fought over a perching spot, and turned my boat into their nest for the night.
The alarm clock this morning — a bird. Chirping away, and when I looked out the hatch I saw twenty or thirty more.
We are so thrilled at the response that Katie Spotz has generated and the awareness that it is building for the global water crisis.