Cape Horn Blog from Spirit of Hungary

Finally, we see the light! Only this time it’s not a light at end of a tunnel but the lonely flash of the lighthouse at Cabo De Hornos! We’ve made it. The Pacific is behind us, we get to put the indicator on and turn left for home. After the problems and frustrations we have encountered, and overcome to get here, all seems possible now.

Emails from the boats MAR 16, 2015 10:20

Instead of running for our lives with a monster depression at our heels, as the wind ignored the forecast and dropped until we were gliding along in just over 10 knots of wind. The drama was reserved for the heavens however, as sunset brought a yellow and pinkish hue that was diffused by the indigo blue and purple storm clouds that threatened us from behind. In the light winds we could play the tourist, sneaking passed the rock just three miles off, giving us time enough to pay tribute to Neptune and all those sailors whose wakes we crossed.

Turning points in life, whether litteral or figurative, always mean something new. Passing the Horn meant new fishing grounds for Nantucket whalers, new trade routes for Europeans hunting spices and a new chance for exhausted sailors on racy Clipper ships. But above all, passing Cape Horn means  new hope. Hope for a better future and faith in calmer seas!

I was inspired to take up a life at sea by Sir Peter Blake- Kiwi adventurer, environmentalist and ruthless competitor in the Whitbread (now Volvo Ocean Race). Hearing his voice on a crackly radio telling tall tales of daring do while trading blows with his competitors in between the icebergs of the Southern Ocean ignited my imagination as a young boy and continues to drive me today. His era is over, race directors protect us from our dangerous competitive spirits, but his capacity to do whatever it took to get the job done has certainly characterised Nandor’s  and my race so far.

It took “Blakey” a two failed attempts at the race before he finally put together a winning campaign so I am far from dispirited by where we are now. On the contrary, to be able to gain more experience, go round the Horn again and pay homage to all who came before me is so precious. I look forward to coming back to this sacred place for sailors and to be trading blows like Blakey when I do!