Day 40 — Oh Bulgur

by Katie on February 11, 2010

Ocean rowboats are good for one thing and one thing only: rowing. Anything else is awkward at best, especially cooking.

Tonight I was cooking dinner in the cockpit with a small Jetboil stove. I could not ask for a more efficient and compact stove but it is handheld and the boat is without a place to secure the stove. With stove in hand, I was hit by a wave, slid off my seat, and beans and bulgur went flying in every which direction. Oh, bulgur. Nearly had my shoes on fire when the stove landed in my foot well, still aflame! I couldn’t help but have a good laugh, although my hungry stomach was not very pleased (and I’m sure I would not be either if it was my only stove). Just another one of the many awkward moments living on a rowboat!

Aside from the minor stove drama, there has certainly been a shift in mentality after reaching the half-way mark. The more competitive and goal-orientated Katie has emerged and left the laid-back version behind. Very focused on progress now with calculating best speed per hour, setting several targets a day, seeing what the max speed is, etc. Maybe the motivation stems from finding out that I am making better progress than some of the big, burly men rowing solo across the Atlantic at the moment, too. Was getting a bit carried away with watching my progress on the gps tonight and was rudely interrupted when a flying fish hit me, er, in the bum! It was not a small one either, and rather startling to be hit without warning in the dark of the night. Perhaps it was a sign to slow down, stop and smell the roses. Or fish, or whatever.


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