Today, we woke up at eight o’clock, and then the Havalamas started the deck prep while BAMDA prepared breakfast. We then had a breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast. After that, dumb blonde 1 a.k.a. Annie, the skailor a.k.a. Elena and Bob’s Saviour a.k.a. Audrey went food shopping along with their watch leader Shaggy a.k.a. Holly. Although it was stressful because of the difficult food choices and need for “Speed, Speed, Speed!” the BAMDAS had lots of fun buying food at Morrison’s. Meanwhile on the boat, the Havalamas, the lad a.k.a. Ben, and dumb blonde 2 a.k.a Kate were all hard at work finishing the deck prep and passage planning. When all of that was done, we enjoyed a delicious lunch of warm ham and cheese baguettes prepared by the Havalamas, and then quickly tidied everything up and got ready to leave Plymouth. We were all very excited for this sailing trip because we knew we were going night sailing. Fortunately, we all had even more fun than we thought we would because there was a wonderful, unexpected surprise during the afternoon. We saw dolphins!!! However, they weren’t your typical dolphins because they were shorter and grey, so the name “sea rats” was given to them. Nevertheless, we all enjoyed the show they gave us, diving in and out of the water on each side of the boat. Lots of attempts of pictures of the speedy animals were taken, although there were actually quite a few successful ones, which were greatly celebrated. Other than that, their presence was appreciated as it was very relaxing and cheered us all up a bit more. During the entire passage the sea was relatively calm, so it was overall a very good trip. At six o’clock, the BAMDAS prepared a dinner of gnocchi with tomato sauce, and after that, the exchange of night shifts commenced. From seven to ten o’clock, it was the BAMDAS’ turn to sleep while the Havalamas stayed on deck, steering the boat, writing logs every one or half hour and watching out for the lights of other boats in the horizon. A lot of green over white lights were seen, which we learnt are fishing boats. We also learnt that most boats have a red light on the port side and green lights on the starboard side, that vessels at anchor have one or two white lights, that vessels restricted in their manoeuvre have lights that are red over white over red, that fishing vessels have green over white lights and pilot vessels have white over red lights. As well as that, we were taught the rules of the road. At half past nine the BAMDAS were woken up and half an hour later the Havalamas were able to have their turn of sleep until one in the morning. After that, the entire crew reunited for a last hurrah on deck, playing twenty questions and “What I would bring on my liferaft” as we reached the early hours of the morning. As you can imagine, we were all shattered by the time we entered the port of Guernsey at three and reluctantly moored Oona. Therefore, we all greatly enjoyed our five hours of sleep from four to nine. A very eventful and fun adventure nevertheless!
Deck Kiddies big day out.
This morning Miss Lindsey waked us up at 8 O’clock. We had some very yummy breakfast. CRUMPETS! MUFFINS! Then we had to do our chores L it’s a hard knock life. Mr Henry was very bossy as usual he like to make us sweep everything, even edges and ledges! It’s not fair we already tidied the snake pit up!
Miss Lindsey learned us how to use some really cool fireworks.
Then Mr Henry learned us the wules of the woad, red light/green light, something like that. Then Mr Skipper learned us how to use some weird thing that measures the sun. Then we did some very very very very very very very very very very very very BORING stuff called plan passaging. We used a pirate skissors and singed pirates of the Carribebean to measure something. The tides made our brains explode into a bigillion million pieces and we didn’t understand so Mr Henry came to the rescue.
After Miss Holly’s yummy lunch we went to the biggest fishy palace in the entire Galaxy! To get there we had to run after a boat which vanished into thin air and we couldn’t find it anymore. So then we had to get the bus to central Plymouth. Then the walk to the fishy palace was so long our feet nearly falled off. In the fishy palace we met our bestest buddy in the whole wide world: SNORKEL THE TURTLE!!! He swimmed round and round in circles in his giant pool and we don’t know how he didn’t even get dizzy! It was so funny. And then we went finding Nemo and we found like 50 million billion trillion of him! Maybe we had too much hot chocolate this morning. But the coolest of the coolest part of the entire akwarium was the shop! It had everything! It had keyrings and it had bracelets and it had mugs and it had piggy banks and it had toys and it had flags and it had candles and it had SO MANY SWEETS! Enough to last you forever and ever and ever. So we buyed some.
Alexia and Kate got really excited and even buyed sords! They played pirates for the whole rest of the entire day. Then we got some really amazing good chocolate icecream!!
Then Mr Wilson and Miss Corbin make us walk to the other end of the world and back just to see a light house! It was kinda cool tho. After walking around Plymouth for almost years we went to get the bus again. We even magiced Miss Holly and Mr Henry onto the bus just by talking about them. That was bestest magic trick ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We thunk they were vewry happy to see us, we don’t know why they were hided in their hoods. We singed all the way home we thin k Mr Henry and Miss Holly really enjoyed that bit espechally when we singed the weels on the bus go round and round round and round.
Dinner was really yummy to.
P.S. none of this was made up…
By: Alexia (After Eight), Alice (Professional Deck Scrubber aka PDS), and Laura (Safety Hazard aka Safe haz)
BOB’S YOUR UNCLE, FANNY’S YOUR AUNT
B een sailing
A ll day
A bucket full of waves
F ood was sick
A lexia didn’t feel fab
M uch water, very wet.
M uch nap, such sleep, wow.
A u revoir
They said this wasn’t long enough, hence; we ate bagels, bacon sandwiches and finally chicken in honey-mustard sauce (SO GOOD). Lindsey decided to give us all an impromptu bath; very wet, much cold. Tintin gave us a knot lesson. Rose returned and Jack rejoiced. Good weather held throughout the day, with a drizzle of rain here and there. We have now landed in Plymouth and are content.
THE LAD (BEN)
BLONDE 1 (ANNIE)
BLONDE 2 (KATE)
BOB’S SAVIOUR (AUDREY)
Tall Ships Haiku:
Eleven hours long
Broken throttle, big problem
Waves made wet Deck Kids.
Side Note: Alice and Kate set alight a pan – no biggie.
Alice, Laura, Victoria and Alexia
BOB’S YOUR UNCLE AND FANNY’S YOUR AUNT
Hello good sirs and madams,
On this rough autumn morning, we were unable to set sail and wander the broiling ocean depths. This was due to the fearsome winds howling about the region and kept many a vessel land locked. Our servants near worried their teeth out of their gums when they ventured out of their comfy beds, and saw many a pink dots on the weather table.
On seeing said warning lights, they promptly came to the conclusion that we would not be leaving the port today. What followed was a day full of bacon filled happiness, scrumptious ice-cream, FISH AND CHIPS and delicious biscuits.
During the morning numerous servants departed to increase the food supply. Meanwhile their lords laboured over how to navigate the mystical and mighty oceans armed only with charts, dividers and a Portland compass. Also there was a public lecture on the act of saving an unfortunate victim from the icy grips of the water.
Furthermore the benevolent crew of Oona partook in a jolly tourney of rowing. After many a turn of a clock dial, team BAMDA! succeeded in increasing both volume and pressure inside the dinghy. In teams of two; with Tin-Tin aboard supervising the scallywags. Dumb blonds, Skailor and The Bob-Saviour, Safety Haz. and P.D.S, The Foreigner and After-Eight, The Lad and The Muncher, The C-Dawg and Toast. Shaggy decided not to participate yet could not refrain from spectating. The victorious time of 1.22 grains of sand was achieved by The Foreigner and After-Eight.
The ladies of the crew all created a beautiful symphony of shower-singing much resembling that of the Titanium scene in the motion picture Pitch Perfect.
In finale the crew ended with a minty treat to the forehead.
The Lad (Ben)
Blonde 1 (Annie)
Blonde 2 (Kate)
Bob Saviour (Audrey)
THE NOBLE CREW OF BAMDA AND FAMMA
Standing in a line
Whatever floats your boat
G’day mate. We would like to inform you about two murders. Now, no need for hysterics… it was just Henry and Annie. There are only 10 survivors on the Oona.
The Deck Kids were 2-6 heaving to go this morning as the smell of toast wafted through the cabins. Havalama was quickly on deck and prepping the sails. We were octopusing left, right and centre. Once ready we moved those bad buoys along the side of the boat and from there it was all plain sailing as we left the quay.
Hoisting the Main Sail required a lot of sweating… it dripped all over the deck. #lyf As we headed to Weymouth the waves were less than forgiving and some were feeling a little under the weather. Alexia and Marc in particular were entertaining the crew with their chundering. We went flying past Lulworth Range as we tacked to and fro across Poole Bay as the sound of puking thankfully overtook the choir of dying cats that filled the air.
From then on it went swimmingly… until it didn’t. We hit a little rough patch with the winching as Alice and Marc almost gave us a situation. Let’s just say for a moment their stomachs weren’t in the same boat.
There was a chorus of cheers (not for the singers) from the sickies who were thrilled that it was time to take down the Main Sail. We stood in a line amongst the lines of the Snakepit helping Lindsey who was very particular about how the sail should be folded, whatever floats your boat Lindsey.
We suffered through a group discussion on etiquette to be able to raft in the evening with Challenger 2. After a quick scrub of the deck, dinner was served and silence fell as we savoured our grub while our aching muscles were able to rest.
Side note: Henry was finally killed by Holly with cleat boots in the sail locker and Annie by Ben with a fender on the foredeck. New updates tomorrow.
Extra side note: #lyf is used when Havalama situations go wrong.
Alice, Alexia, Laura & Victoria (with essential punny input from Elena)
BOBS YOUR UNCLE
Ayt m8 so todah we waz sailin weal fast like with me m8s and basically like we waz so speedy the coppers o’ the sea saw us wiz past ‘em for the second time in 2 days!!! We such rebels, we waz born ready for ‘em. So these twits decided to take our blinkin dosh (speeding tickets).
Todah we found out bout the points of sail when we waz crusin from Lymington to Poole, we was sweatin it to the beat of 2, 6 HEAVE! We tacked loads like a ton of easing and pullin’. Me and me m8s took it in turn to helm Oona, and bring the runners back and forth innit. We waz all so blming enthusiastic it was cray cray. There were so many elephants on board dat we nearly sank.
We waz rappin to the biebster when sudden like one of Bamdas* chavs chucked up their guts over board and so did one of the havalamas.* We waz acting the titanic cos we the next Rose and Jacks innit, so basically on the subject we sailed past the cave of Penelope the polar bear in Old Harrys rocks. Rumour has it, she froze a 1000 years ago in an ice berg and you wont believe this part ayt, but like her ice berg sunk the blinkin titanic and get this, the ice berg had gullible written on it, sick innit bruv?!
Get this the skin on our hands has been shredded by the cheese grater called the line. We had bangers and mash with some crackin onion gravy for nosh, we all shed a few tears over the funeral of the onions, even the lads were crying it was that emosh. Ayt m8 we got to sleep now so cya l8s bruv. The awesome peps in BAMDA are: our greedy cheese pasta biscuit leader; Shaggy aka Holly, The Lad aka Ben, The dumb blondes aka Annie and Kate, The skailor aka Elena, C Dawg aka Mr .Corbin and Bobs saviour aka Audrey. These may change in the blogs to come. Peace out Homies, stay swagging #YOLO #Bobsyouruncle #BAMDA
*Bamda and Havalamas are watch groups on the boat.
By: The dumb blondes (Annie and Kate), The skailor (Elena), Bobs saviour (Audrey) and The Lad (Ben)
Through the fog and in the storm, Bob started to drift away…further…further. We could barely see him anymore, except for the occasional glance.
Sails ripped from their halliards, toys strewn around the cockpit, lines slithered from the snakepit.
We all believed it was the end of Bob. But then, a miracle…
The clouds parted, the waves died down, and there he was. Henry (our watch leader) skilfully manoeuvred the boat, allowing Audrey to heroically heave Bob just before the great whites got to him.
Bob (the buoy) was essential for our very intense Man Over Board training.
Today started with breakfast at 8:00, a brief overview of the day followed by an hour of deck prep. Once out into the Solent, we were hit by something. Not to worry, it wasn’t the boom, but the harsh reality that this would be a tough two weeks.
Trying to raise the mainsail quickly proved to be an issue when even the Men (Marc-Antoine and Ben) couldn’t hoist it alone. Thankfully, the yankee and staysail were more cooperative, allowing us to peacefully sail into the horizon. Until the rain…
Rushing below, we all crowded into the Wet Room to slip on our sexy fisherman attire. We ascended into the storm, salt water splashing into our faces. This conveniently happened as we were instructed to take down the sails. 1 sail…1 storm…and only 16 people. A half hour later… SUCCESS!… The mainsail was down!
We packed everything up and set the iron sail to Lymington. Henry’s watch team (Alexia, Victoria, Marc, Alice, Laura and Ms. Wilson) were all in the saloon, weeping over their sliced onions as they prepared dinner. Everyone enjoyed warm pasta and garlic bread around the coffin shaped surgical table (i.e. our dinner table). And now here we are at 8:00 already ready to hit the sack.
Bob however, will not have a comfortable night, as he unfortunately bunks between the pontoon and Challenger 1.
Goodnight and may your best wishes go to Bob and his family for the honorable service he provides and the sacrifice he makes to keep the youth of today safe.
Victoria Jay and Alexia Armstrong
Today, we flew to England from Geneva at a ridiculous o’clock in the morning. Then, we took the longest coach ride in the history of the world to Portsmouth. We were then introduced to our home for the next two weeks, Challenger 1. EXCITING!! We were split into watches; ports and starboard. We had a tour around the boat, and so took in too much information for one day. #tougherthanIB. After that, non-brits took lots of pictures and we had TRADITIONAL pasties and English chocolate for lunch #touristes. We then motored to Cowes because it was too nearby to sail there. IT WAS THE CUTEST! On the way there, we learnt lots of facts about the local history. Then, we started to learn the basics of sailing, such as winching and several people even steered the boat. We were also given our water proof overalls. #fishermanfashion. After that, we had an amazing dinner of fajitas, thanks to Lindsey, the mate #YOWHATMATE #PEACEOUT
Audrey, Elena, Alice