Nous naviguons desormais contre les alizes du nord est, qui ont le merite d'avoir degage la grisaille de ces derniers jours. Mais ils nous frappent aussi de plein fouet et ne nous permettent pas d'aller plus vite que 7-8 noeuds. Si on courait un marathon, on finirait en un peu plus de trois heures, en gros la vitesse de Lance Armsrong, et sans dopage - mais quand on a encore ~2000 km a parcourir, ca n'est pas vraiment suffisant. Une des distractions du jour est d'observer la proue se debattre contre la houle, et de constater qu'elle n'a pas necessairement le dessus...
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We are now sailing against the trade winds, which on one hand have cleared the dark skies of the last few days; but on the other hand are blowing against us and limiting our speed to 7-8 knots. If we were running a marathon, that would get us across the finish line in about 3 hours - similar to Lance Armstrong, and without any drugs. But when there are still ~2000 km to go, it is not quite enough. One of the distractions is to watch the bow of the ship struggling against the waves, and to see that it doesn't always finish on top...
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