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| Breaking
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| 1st
August - Harbour,
Port aux Basques |
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| Location: |
Port
aux Basques, Nova Scotia |
Time: |
05.42am |
| Weather: |
Clear
skies and gentle waves. |
Team
Member: |
Bear
Grylls, Team Leader |
| Report: |
It
was a real mix of emotions as we left Halifax having arrived to
strangers, the people who made us feel so welcome. We left the
flotilla of boats swarming with good wishes and new friends, our
excitement to be underway heightened and we all had goose bumps
as we waved goodbye. We pointed our nose north east and began
to settle down into the routine of living onboard. Very early
on we spotted the Wallenius Wilhelmsen UK container ship that
had so carefully brought the boat over only a matter of weeks
ago, now leaving to return once more to the UK. The weather was
beautiful and the only dark clouds were in our hearts as we pondered
over the sort of extreme conditions that we could experience on
arrival to Greenland. We saw a few whales, lone seals and watched
the most beautiful sunset later that day. At midnight we dropped
our American journalist Carol at Glace Bay at the tip end of Nova
Scotia. |
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Arriving
in Glace Bay was fantastic with hundreds of little islands and
rocks silhouetted by the moon and the phosphorus. Nige navigated
us expertly through all of these with precision accuracy where
trusting the Simrad electronics becomes so paramount. Glace Bay
is a tiny little working fishing village where as soon as you
enter the small harbour the powerful smell of working fishing
boats makes it pretty clear where you are! Fisherman were still
working on the dockside when we arrived and they stared with strange
bemusement as the Arnold & Son Explorer slid between their
boats looking like some strange unfamiliar vessel. We said farewell
to Carol and at 1am we were heading back out into the deep waters
that separates Nova Scotia and New Foundland. |
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It
was 100 miles ahead of us to Port aux Basques, the sea state was
gentle rollers, shooting stars were going crazy and we could see
the strange green light on the horizon. It looked so bright as
if there was a huge town or oil rig over the horizon but there
was nothing but sea on the chart. Slowly we realised this was
the first sight of the Northern Lights, a flickering green gas
streaky up and down the horizon. It was beautiful. We each managed
a warm-ish boil in the bag to eat and most of the crew got a couple
of hours whilst Mick and Bear had the graveyard 3am - 5am shift.
At 6.30am local time and a beautiful early morning light we arrive
at Port aux Basques, I still have my lifejacket, survival suit,
thermals, boots, gloves and hat on and squashed in the small stowage
compartment with cramp speaking over a satellite phone to you
guys and now I really want a cup of tea with the locals! Andy
checks the engine on arrival, he's been so thorough and the engine
and jet haven't missed a beat. He is worth his weight in gold
but makes a lousy brew.
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We
leave here after refuelling at 9am to head out through the infamous
Belle Aisle Strait to our final Canadian port of St. Mary's Harbour,
Labrador. Am awaiting a confirmation weather forecast to come
through. |
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