Race 1 - Day 33
Crew Diary - Race 1 Day 33: Liverpool to Punta del Este
22 September

Sleeping for Dummies

Returning back to my high side bunk after an extended and hectic watch, I removed most of my wet clothing. My shorts, that were still wet, should dry from my body heat during my deserved sleep.

Exhausted, I climbed into my bunk that was set at around 30 degrees, optimum captive angle, or so I thought! I tied the lee cloth to the D-ring and rattled off (anyone who has slept in one of these bunks in a rough sea knows its certainly not drifted off) into a deep sleep. I'm not sure how far into my slumber I was when I experienced a couple of seconds of an almost euphoric weightlessness, a feeling of flying, twisting and turning like the Boobies (seabirds) I'd seen earlier that day. This was quickly followed by a searing pain from my right thigh to my foot, yep, I been launched from my bunk like a depth charge from the side of a battleship, completing a half twist before making contact with the floor on the opposite side of the companionway a distance of around five feet. I laid there waiting for the pain to either increase or level out to assess the damage. Fortunately for me it was the latter. Along with my pride I'd only sustained some heavy bruising. What of the lee cloth I hear you ask? Yeah well, in my exhaustive state I'd tied the lee cloth to the bungee clip instead of my D-ring...D'oh!