Noon Position: 43 09' S, 136 01' E, SOG 5.5, COG 090, Day's Run 140nm.
Looking in the mirror this morning, i realized I have taken on a
surprisingly sinister appearance. I took advantage of the nice weather
a few days ago to give myself a very short buzz, which when combined
with my thick and luxurious beard, a well placed scrape on my nose, and
a pair of sunglasses makes me look even more like some sort of
villainous eastern european mercenary than usual. One of the trials of
any sailing trip is the countless mysterious injuries that appear,
particularly after a few rough days of sailing. So I'm not particularly
upset or surprised by the scrape on my nose, the mysterious cut on my
right ear, the missing toenail (finally fell off after I smashed it just
before leaving Valparaiso), or the countless small nicks and dings on my
hands and occasionally on my feet. What does pique my curiosity is the
presence of numerous small blisters on the soles of my feet and toes. I
can lay the two biggest, on my port pinky toe, at the foot (get it?
foot?) of nonskid-burn from a slip a week or so ago, but that only
involved the corner of one foot, not the entire soles of both. I've
started wearing my bedraggled and fuzzy slippers down below and avoiding
standing for as much as I can, and fortunately none of them are
particularly bad, but still a bit of a pain.