I have been anxious to see how quickly Trojka could go with six people on board
and I had emptied 150 litres of water to ease the weight. There weren't any
problems. By engine we went 5 miles/hour and by sail we reached 6.5.
The evening turned into a party, and we were all fuddled(/drunk). We had
arranged for the girls to sleep on board North Star. I would then stay on board
Trojka along with Gøte. Gøte went to bed at about 10 p.m. and I told him to
sleep in my bed. I would sleep in the cockpit. But he told me that he thought
that Natalie and I should get the bed. I told him that Captain's order (mine)
was for him to sleep in my bed. (After all) Natalie is going to sleep on board
North Star? I don't think so(/Nooo). Anyone with eyes can see that you are going
to need a bed. Gøte - You are sleeping in my bed, and I'll sleep in the cockpit
- and that's flat! I didn't know what he was talking about(/referring to) and
continued partying. Later on Natalie dragged me outside and almost killed me.
She told me that she was head over heals in love with me, and could only think
about me. And that the last three weeks had both been the best and the worst of
her life. And that was exactly the same as I was feeling! I must have looked
like someone who just fell from the moon. I couldn't
understand(/comprehend/grasp) that this sweet, wonderful and beautiful woman of
my dreams were standing (here) and telling me all this. And she continued. We
went over aboard Trojka that was moored at North Star, threw the lines and
drifted a bit further down the river and dropped anchor in the jungle night.
We were sitting in the cockpit talking for hours. And Gøte, of course, was
(sleeping) in my bed. We were kissing and hugging and after numerous attempts to
find a position lying down, we agreed that Gøte would probably switch for a
place in the cockpit. We're bad. The time was 02:30 a.m. I shouted at Gøte and
asked if he was ready to sail. I'm ready, he said. No, Gøte - it was only (meant
as a) joke. But what do you say to sleeping in the cockpit (instead, edit)? I'll
gladly do that. You could have just(/If you had ony) listened to me. You must be
blind if you really didn't know that the girl has a crush on you(/the hots for
you). He had clearly picked up on some signals I didn't see. We had a
splendid(/glorious) night and fell asleep at sunrise.
For breakfast I made (us, edit) pancakes and after that we went for a swim. The
pilot came(/got here) at around 10 a.m. and we finished the trip and
reached(/arrived at) Balboa Yacht Club at about 2 o'clock.
Natalie had smuggled out a bottle of champagne from Colon, had gotten ice cubes
from North Star and surprised me by congratulating me on being in the Pacific
with (a bottle of) champagne. We smoked a bit of "the medicine", drank all the
sparkling(/bubbly) water and soon were in a festive mood. We had lunch ashore
and then it was time to say goodbye, and see you later on the Galapagos Islands.
This was the first time during my trip(/cruise) that I felt lonely and I didn't
do anything the rest of the day except from smoking a little medicine and write
Natalie an email.
Damn stupid everything now seems.