Kayak Journal

Friday, July 4th, 2008. Cowall.

Puffin%20Norway%20by%20Alan%20Forsyth.jpgOne of the many advantages of sailing in Norway in The Polar Front, has been to enjoy the pleasure of the company of extraordinary people with humour and multiple talents.
As a token, the photo of this Puffin, shot during the white night by Alan Forsyth from Cowal in Argyll, Scotland. Pamela, his wife, is herself a sensational web designer. Both, Alan and Pam, are members of the Garnock Canoe Club.

Posted on Friday, July 4, 2008 at 03:20PM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Monday, June 30th, 2008. Back form the fjords.

Two%20seals%20play%20basketball%20at%20San%20Diego%20zoo%201950.%20Photo%20by%20Evans-Three%20Lions-Getty%20Images.jpgRecently back from the Arctic Circle. Norway is so full of kind platinum blondes that only the legal implications stopped me from pawing to and fro as soon as I landed in Oslo.
The trip was phenomenal. We paddled along wide and very deep fjords. Sea eagles were quite an common sight, I enjoyed to the utmost the company of assorted Scots, and the yacht’s crew was simply superb.
Richard Cree who so kindly had initiated me into the mysteries of Islay malt whisky, voiced mild grief about how the big Spanish bastard sleeping in the pipe-cot next to him, snored and grunted like an ogre. I am happy to assert that such claims are unsubstantiated. I just hold well my whisky.
We sailed in the rain, finding anchorage in deep fjords, and paddling into the Arctic white nights. I shot some photos with my new Nikon D80, and soon I shall write about it.
As soon as I got home, I practiced during the weekend a set of exercises that Richard suggested to me, and then went to practice my new, Greenland hand roll - a by-product of play time with the Avanaq- that very much besots Red Cross lifeguards.

Posted on Tuesday, July 1, 2008 at 01:52AM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments4 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Wednesday, June 17th, 2008. Guille Milkyway.

Sorry for not having updated lately. I was busy watching indie pop from Barcelona on YouTube.
This Milkyway, seems rather much my alter ego. Great, easy pop for cosmic parties. The lyrics mocking promiscuity, are intelligible. Watch him. From minute 1’ on, the man dances.
On next August, Milkyway will perform on stage at the Fib Music Festival in Benicasim, some bare five miles far from home.

Posted on Tuesday, June 17, 2008 at 11:56PM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments2 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Tuesday, June 16th, 2008. Give him a great big kiss.

First, the good news. The visit card devise worked well. I have a string of polite messages from unlikely strangers who after jumping into Marcus Demuth in the isolated coasts of Iceland, have cared enough to contact me about his intrepid exploits. This has worked so well that now I am happy to launch a campaign addressed to any undulating quartet of Icelandic teenagers to receive Marcus - a happenstance I would relish myself - on his next port of call to the pulsating tunes of the Shangri-Las.
Now, the bad news: Although, an executive vice-president of Standard Horizon regardless of warranty issues, is looking now into send him a replacement charger for his handheld vhf radio, this might take longer than he needs. Besides, as the coasts of Iceland are not precisely sprinkled with Radio Shack outlets, in the absence of a kind soul who might be inclined to lend him a satellite phone, insulting fortune might capped the circumnavigation, as his inner Bcu men is telling him that the best judgement is not to advance into new territories without a reliable forecast. The hazards are just too pressing.
I will be just too happy if my global influence reaches any reader that by chance, is able to muster the support that Marcus now badly needs. If so, please contact Karen Wissel, as I must leave to the Lofoten 24 hours from now.
However minimal the odds, my sincere thanks in advance to you all.

Posted on Tuesday, June 17, 2008 at 11:19PM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | CommentsPost a Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Thursday, June 12th, 2008. Joseph Conrad.

Portrait%20of%20Joseph%20Conrad.jpgIt’s not the ships. It’s the men what’s in them.

Joseph Conrad
December 3rd, 1857 - August 3rd, 1924

Born in Berdyczów, Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski, in a impoverished Polish noble family bearing the Nałęcz coat of arms.
For a man who had the conviction that the world rested on a few very simple ideas, so simple that they must be as old as the hills, and most notably, among others, on the idea of fidelity, he changed his name to Joseph Conrad in 1886 when he gained both his Master Mariner’s certificate and a British citizenship, forever refusing to be called by any other than his adopted English name.
Posted on Thursday, June 12, 2008 at 10:42PM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008. Lonely in the ward.

Nurses%20of%20Whipps%20Cross%20Hospital%20in%20London%20singing%20Christmas%20carols%20to%20a%20patient%20in%20bed%20by%20Monty%20Fresco-Getty%20Images.jpgThe right sort of wilderness first aid training that expects you to tend an impaled paddler, keeping him alive for the next 24 hours, drifted me today towards unacceptable news: Nine out of ten nurses would not even consider having an affair with one of their patients.
I do hope reality prove this findings disputatious. As if disgusting food did not depress enough the patient’s will and determination to live.

Posted on Thursday, June 12, 2008 at 02:54AM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Sunday, June 8th, 2008. The kindness of strangers.

Len%20Martin%20a%20fisherman%20from%20Torquay%201950%20by%20Norman%20Vigars-Fox%20Photos-Getty%20Images.jpgYesterday, Marcus Demutch launched from a boat house in the peninsula Geldingarnes in Reykjavik, starting a clockwise course around Iceland. As Karel Wissel keeps an eye on the weather forecasts, I am  to update the expedition blog with every isolated bit of information that might found their way to me. To this regard, we have prearranged a procedure that I think is quite clever. Marcus carries with him a set of printed cards with my electronic mail address that he is to hand off to every Icelander walking his dog that might tumble into his tent. Would this fail, we can rely in the inevitable fishing boat. Marcus is to politely ask the merry fishermen to contact me, as soon as they present him with a red hot lobster.
After our bit of research, both of us regard lobster-giving as an immovable fixture in paddling expeditions.

Posted on Monday, June 9, 2008 at 12:01AM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments3 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Monday, June 2nd, 2008. Hms Trafalgar.

Hms%20Trafagar.jpgCailean Macleod hinted to me that a few weeks ago, the Ministry of Defence released the report compiled on 2002 by a Royal Navy board of inquiry on the incident happened in November 2002, when the nuclear submarine Hms Trafalgar smashed its hull into the seabed off a small island called Fladda-Chuain that lies 3 miles off Rubha Hunish on Skye.
The hull of the 4,750 tonne submarine ran aground as she was traveling 50 metres below the surface at more than 14 knots when Lieutenant-Commander Tim Green, a student in the course for new submarine commanders, ordered a course change that took her onto the rocks at Fladda Chuain, a small but well-charted islet.
The board of inquiry criticised the decision to put tracing paper over charts so student officers could not draw on them. The tracing paper seemed to have obscured vital information about the strength of the current and the contours of the seabed. The board concluded that the submarine altered course far too early, principally because the effects of tidal stream had been underestimated and - O tempora o mores - the standard of chart work was poor, and warned: “The use of tracing paper overlays in inshore should be strongly discouraged.”
Commander Robert Fancy, responsible for navigation, and Commander Ian McGhie, an instructor, both pleaded guilty at court-martial to contributing to the accident. On March 9th, 2004, the court reprimanded both for negligence. Green received an administrative censure.
Let me not cast judgement on how to navigate a nuclear submarine. Taking in consideration the burden of my background, what I find striking is that indignation was not fanned by officers or crew after a grounding that asked for £5 million worth of repairs. That none whined, wishing to free himself from blame. That none vilely submitted a letter casting all responsibility on others. This I find exalting.
A court-martial made out officers of the court, peers little affected by public opinion and high-level pressure, carried out the proceedings stressing at their discretion both cause and recommendations, and acknowledged responsibilities in officers that step forward and took full blame.
Traditionally, most navies have a standard court martial which convenes whenever a ship is lost, which does not necessarily mean that the captain is suspected of wrongdoing, merely that the circumstances surrounding the loss of the ship would be made part of the official record. Actually many ship captains insist on a court-martial in such circumstances, as the Captain, and he alone, is responsible for his ship whenever it is captured or sunk.
Same times, same manners.

Posted on Monday, June 2, 2008 at 09:52PM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail | PrintPrint
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