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November 1
The wind did not subside, but after a few hours respite in the cabin I
returned to the oars. It was a difficult evening banging about in the
waves.
It is beginning to look like I may arrive during the week of Thanksgiving.
As if I have not pained my friends enough, I will now interfere with a
major family holiday. Ugh. I am told that Guadeloupe is a difficult place
to reach from the United States particularly during a major holiday. So, I
am now considering Antigua, which has a larger airport. Pick an island any
island, landing on land is all I care about.
November 2
The wind is from the southeast. I'm trying to hold a steady course to the
west, but I lost a little ground to the north over night. The rowing is
still quite difficult due to the large seas and strong wind, but I am able
to move west which is all that counts.
Rowgito Ergo Sum (I row therefore I am). The sound you hear is Rene
Descartes rolling in his grave. "I think therefore I am," indeed. Does
not action prove one's existence as well or better than thought? Were Rene
here, we could "meditate" on the subject. |
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