His name is Remi.
He sets out across the Atlantic without ever... stepping foot on a boat. After 5 days, he manages to take up the pen and tell the story of his days of mooring with a seasickness difficult to pass:
" Day 5 - Transatlantic logbook
Not everyone can be a sailor.
How hard it is to wait. My condition isn't so bad, though. I'm on a sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic, accompanied by 3 sailors.
And yet, this morning I find the time particularly long and a little annoying. I feel trapped on this boat, stuck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. My despair appeared after looking at our location on the map. It's been 5 days since we left and we haven't made one fifth of the way.
The days repeat themselves tirelessly. It's only been five days and I'm already complaining.
I admire these people who are able to endure uncomfortable situations for days, weeks, and stay the course. So far, I spend my days mainly thinking, meditating... It feels good to have time to think.
After his first 3 days on the boat, I fully understand the meaning of seasickness. I had never had the opportunity to stay on a small boat for more than 4 hours. You have to experience sea sickness to understand it. I spent 48 hours enduring the incessant movements of the sailboat, which was pitching infinitely without any concern for its inhabitants. I thought I was resisting and felt like a sailor. This crossing was only supposed to be a formality. The opportunity for me to dive into the world of the sea.
But I realize that this month of travel, far from everything, will above all be an opportunity to reflect and take a step back. So the seasickness lasted 48 hours. 48 hours wondering how I was going to make it through a month on this damn boat. My tormented mind was struggling to be positive. Lying in my cabin, sweating everything my body had to sweat, I wanted to go back to land and make it stop.
When I began to get up, the punishment was soon to come: I had to rush to the bridge to deglutinate what was left in my stomach, i.e. not much left.
So for the first two days, all I did was drink. The few times I had the strength to eat resulted in vomiting. Anyway, time takes its time and my body struggles to get used to it. Going back to the cabin is a real ordeal and my tormented mind dissuades me as soon as the thought crosses my mind. So I didn't have the strength to film or write down my thoughts as they blossomed. It's a shame..
I imagine all the food we bought and wonder how we're going to eat so much. Between the dozens of canned foods, starchy foods, vegetables and fruit, drinks, nothing tempts me. Everything disgusts me and my body refuses to function normally.
I had no idea what a seasickness feels like. I had idealized this crossing, seeing no particular difficulty. The first two days wore me down. My travelling companions, although accustomed to it, suffered the same fate, even if the effects were less violent. All in all, I will have vomited 5 times in 48 hours, I am the big winner of this competition. Guillaume, he's doing well, a real little sailor!!"
