Dec 6th 2017
Santa Claus day, or how we call it in Switzerland - Samichlaus
Nicole and I had what I call the âsleep inâ watch (from 3 to 6am and
then off till 10am). Breakfast, helming, have a chat with the other crew
mates, clean up the cabin, getting excited to hoist the gennaker later
Today is shower and laundry day - really necessary again. Back on the
stern on Deck 2, the Wellness Deck, a queue builds up for the shower.
Lyss is hanging outside the lifeline and throwing buckets of refreshing
25 degree sea water over herself, Nicole takes her time and enjoys a
Hammam in the very private shower area whilst singing, Sammi is happy to
be able to finally wash her hair again and rinse it with fresh water and
Francesca is getting a whole spa treatment with pedicure including nail
polish, body scrub and face mask (she was so happy) whilst I just have a
quick shower as always and wash my hair by putting my head into the
bucket. Today is a good day, everybody is happy and now also smells
Lyss wanted to introduce me to Brian (the bilge). So we opened up the
bilge and o-ohhh - full of water! This was not much fun. Quickly we
opened up the whole boat and â¦. you will know tomorrow how it ends.. So
we decided no more introductions for the day and to leave the meeting as
a one day stand, :-).
Early in evening I could also hear Santa Claus. Yes, he came all the way
from the Swiss forest to bring us our little âSamichlaus Sackjiniâ. For
all the non-Swiss, Santa Claus in Switzerland does not show up on
Christmas. He has his own day on December 6th. Everybody got a little
Samichlaus bag full of treats and I was as happy as little kids are.
Never cook pasta for Italians I have been told! But I wanted to learn
how to cook it properly and decided - tonight is Carbonara night.
Francesca gave me all the right advice and, at the end, on the tricky
part, a hand. At this point I should mention that it is not easy to cook
even when the boat is not heeling very much. We lost about ten eggs this
night. First the bowl with the eggs and parmesan ready for the pasta
flew into the sink, so we got some more out of the cupboard, (shh...a
few broken ones in there too!). Second time, just before putting the
eggs into the pasta the boat heeled suddenly, â swear words in swiss
dialect wich I can not write down â and the whole bowl flew over my hand
and leg and onto the floor. Oh well, will do better next time!
And then it was already night again and we were back on the short