Finally, I spent less than two and a half days for “the big jump” from Carloforte to Marettimo. Waiting for the right weather forecast it’s been intriguing, and so it’s been choosing the departure time – and being eventually right – as six hours before or after could have made things dangerous. So rapidly do the winds change in the Mediterranean Sea. Even so, the rudder got damaged and needs to be fixed straight away.
As I passed Capo Carbonara, Sardinia’s southeastern tip, the jump in the void has really been startling. When I turned the rudder to 120 degrees, my heart beat went through a sudden change. I felt really vulnerable.
For 24 hours I felt again the emotions of the Atlantic crossing, two years ago. I’m not only talking about the really big swell coming from nowhere. But also the thorough loneliness that magnifies the thoughts and makes them pure observations: of the weather, of the colors, of the wind, of the ever present shearwater, of the boat. The present and nothing else.
Yet it’s time to come back to the social and solid reality. But then here I am in Marettimo, one of the most amazing places in the Mediterranean Sea. I won’t complain…
After some waiting, I’m leaving Carloforte too. The weather forecast, although not perfect, seems finally acceptable.
200 nautical miles, on a straight line, separate me from Marettimo and from Sicily. In between, the most absolute nothing if not the mythical Skerki Bank with its 50-cm deep Keith Point (but this is another story).
A handful of years ago my Spanish friend and reference Quico Taronjí shipwrecked in this stretch of sea with his kayak trimaran during his journey from Cádiz to Istanbul. I have his project, Aislado, and his book that I highly recommend in mind. I think of you so much, Quico…