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Yamaha 5740 Receiver Connection Guide
2008 - Barents Sea and Spitsbergen sailing
made travel aboard "Chamade"
Leaving Tromso , sea and winds, and the first stop in mid-term Bear Island.
vestige of another time, and other concerns, the whaling ....
second step, sea and winds, driftwood, discomfort near the coast of Spitzbergen.
25-30 knots upwind, and Spitzbergen taunting us behind the wave.
In Bellsund ...
Spitsbergen in its splendor ...
At anchor ...
Remains of cruel confrontations ...
Midnight Sun ....
... on thin ice ...
sérennité Silence and ... not just words ...
Approaching Ice ...
Barentsburg! Power so ridiculous ... or strategists poliques
Longyearbyen ... June 21 ... The celebration of the longest day! 
made travel aboard "Chamade"
Leaving Tromso , sea and winds, and the first stop in mid-term Bear Island.
vestige of another time, and other concerns, the whaling ....
second step, sea and winds, driftwood, discomfort near the coast of Spitzbergen.
25-30 knots upwind, and Spitzbergen taunting us behind the wave.
In Bellsund ...
Spitsbergen in its splendor ...
At anchor ...
Remains of cruel confrontations ...
Midnight Sun ....
... on thin ice ...
sérennité Silence and ... not just words ...
Approaching Ice ...
Barentsburg! Power so ridiculous ... or strategists poliques
Longyearbyen ... June 21 ... The celebration of the longest day!
Nadine Jansen Gym Ball
2007 - Sailing to Ireland to sail
made travel aboard "Chamade"
Leaving Cherbourg under umbrellas ... Cross the rail under the spray ... Bypass the Lizard and then touch the tip of Cornwall ...
Lighthouse "Land's End" ... just the end of the world
then smash through the Irish Sea ... night ... rain ... 25-30 knots on the anemometer ... 7-9 knots speedo ... the wave hollow ....
and ahead of the bow, the bay of Kinsale!
the sweetness of a Cove ...
Sun intermittent harvest ...
Stones Circles
Blasket Islands
Dolmen in Burren
giants and their organs! 
made travel aboard "Chamade"
Leaving Cherbourg under umbrellas ... Cross the rail under the spray ... Bypass the Lizard and then touch the tip of Cornwall ...
Lighthouse "Land's End" ... just the end of the world
then smash through the Irish Sea ... night ... rain ... 25-30 knots on the anemometer ... 7-9 knots speedo ... the wave hollow ....
and ahead of the bow, the bay of Kinsale!
the sweetness of a Cove ...
Sun intermittent harvest ...
Stones Circles
Blasket Islands
Dolmen in Burren
giants and their organs!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Mugeres Foyandocon Perros
2005 - Expedition to Antarctica
Detroit Drake
February 24, 2005
... The descent of Nassau Bay unfolds at a good pace in a sea already formed but very acceptable. Then despite the wind still modest, the wave is increasingly high, a sign of shallows around Cape Horn. Shifts of 2 hours, then starts the tournus. The boat rolls and pitches now copiously, the wind freshened and the bar here is pretty sport. In the evening, it was the Horn and through the weather soon worried minds. Indeed, the forecast for the night promises the coming hours worthy of the great maritime detergents.
From 22 hours the wind is 40 knots and at night it rises to 50 knots for more than 2 or 3 hours. The boat is left to the cape and on board is a little nightmare. Within hours, except the skipper, the crew is pretty much wiped out by the Some seasick without nausea or forces, others already sick. Outside in the night the wind howls his rage and the show although small, is very impressive. Added to places frequented, the anguish is there. On board is the centrifuge, the boat cash by the powerful waves across in a crash impressive.
The autopilot took over the boat. Lying at the bottom of the cab, I fight against seasickness, feeling that I had been spared so far. It must be said that the movement of the boat is particularly violent, now reaches into the recesses 6 meters. The night never ends to scream ..... the minutes tick slowly between each onslaught of the sea crashing on deck.
Until noon, the 40 nodes are established here and then finally dies down somewhat to my relief. The canvas is a bit I take the bar returned a moment, full pre good. Devil! the boat is really hard, spray violently slashing the face, the cold is already alive and the sea yet quite powerful. Wrapped and gloved, there remains little more than my two glasses exposed to the elements. The sight of this sea dips important but fortunately very aggressive and it is extraordinarily powerful almost a game that heads down every time one of them boarded, stinging shower and chilling. It is clear that block more than half an hour under these conditions, it is no longer tenable and besides, I threw in the towel soon froze ....
1 March 2005
Melchior Archipelago
... 16 hours, the Melchior Archipelago is before us here feel the earth ... finally! ... As well as desired inhospitable. And still the low gray sky immensely. What a great sadness! A small coffee completes bring me some comfort. Finally
entry Dallmann Bay looks like a welcome worthy of the best tourist offices. One would think that the people of the region has mobilized its best representatives. First some seals romp around the boat. Then came the breath of a whale that appears in front of the bow, diving under the hull for better re-emerge on the back. Petrels and albatrosses then before we overtook an island inhabited by a colony of penguins who fled from our sight.
It is almost 19 hours with the twilight, the atmosphere is totally surreal. Water is dark, icebergs appear to support a sky ready to collapse, the islands have developed their icecap runoff from the rain never stops falling. Decor nightmare! It engages in a narrow passageway to the side of a glacier high good fifty meters and then after a huge blow to port helm, we discover our place of anchorage ...
At anchor
The night was ultimately mean, however, stopped the engine buzzing in my head, and dreams without rhyme or scrambling in mind. By the time I feel suffocated. The cabin is dripping everywhere, the air is saturated with moisture. Finally the morning peak and with it, I had sensed, a generous sun already flooded the neighboring peaks ....
... As we gain some height, morale racing, the excitement we invaded. The sky is torn between a few clouds and crystalline blue transparent. The light gives the scene a magical aspect. It must be said that the place is magical.
At the bottom of the bay, the boat seems paltry, it is dominated by the impressive ice caps. It bothers some petrels near their nest, then seal Weddell makes us understand that you respect the distance. Later a huge cornice forces us to some caution. We discover more southerly islands off Graham Land and towering mountains.
March 3, 2005
Gerlache Strait - Tabular Iceberg
This morning was really great weather. Once completed the pass, the view of the island towards the west of Brabant and Anvers Island with Mount French to the OS is fantastic. We sailed in an extraordinary light. Doubling a huge tabular iceberg likely detached from the Weddell Sea and came to make a detour peninsula with winds and currents. Further on is a meeting with several families of whales, some of which will come rub our hull very closely.
is a new double track dominated by a peak-like Himalayan, the almost vertical sides plastered with snow. The Gerlache Strait Crossing will bring a fresh wind of 30 knots in freezing temperatures. It was quickly brought back to the harsh realities of the region. The sea rises very quickly, the boat rolls and spray frozen slashing his face again. Buried beneath our caps, relays at the helm are refrigerants.
March 4, 2005
Paradise Bay - Chilean base Videla
It earns a small Chilean base, deserted at this time in fall. A new mooring is not without problems, ice crowding the scene. Finally installed, the sky opens and we offer a sunset that literally the entire region ablaze with lights at breathtaking. What a magical moment!
March 5, 2005
zone on 4th day and still a great day sunny perspective. For now, it's a real full house. We appreciate our great good fortune when we know that the last two months have totaled just 7 days of good weather and that the 15 days, the weather turned against the region .....
Graham Land
This morning we put ashore again, and what land, this time it Graham Land, Antarctica true! We climb again on a neighboring height, the peak that dominates requiring tying and spikes. The view is again extraordinary. In the distance stands the majestic Mount French with its huge southern edge clear and pure, its high elevation of 3000 meters. All around us, this is a universe of ice. Even the sea this time seems frozen by the cold prevailing .....
Paradise Bay
We enjoy a strong sun before we move a few miles south to a new anchorage. The navigation engine is cautious here because the bay is particularly crowded with ice.
March 6, 2005
the morning .... right out of the bay, crossing the Strait Gerlache gave us a good wind of 25 knots of NE absolutely frigid. The bar already difficult to maintain when the boat rolling heavily, we must also identify the many growlers like mines scattered among the whitecaps. Even bundled up like never before, the cold seizes me, freeze the feet, hands so that escape me some stretching exercises are needed. Time somewhat covered so far still leaves a sun shine conspicuous spreading on the mountains surrounding a light gray-blue glacial. Awesome Mount Luigi and his bread with icing sugar neighboring walls so steep ridges and if cornichées and slender that one wonders how well the set can stand ...
Canal Pelletier
.... We circumvent an island from the south to engage headwind channel "Pelletier", long and narrow channel that leads to tricky "Port Locroy "in a very alpine south dominated by high cliffs and inlets of ice. It literally sinking into the mountains, in what appears to be a great cul-de-sac closed by glaciers. This prevents a dangerous island for its shallow and then suddenly, when we will soon stumble at the bottom of the channel opens to port early access pass to Port Locroy. Jaak, at the helm, is transit while I stood guard in the wind .....
March 7, 2005
Port Locroy
The sky this morning presage a new day wonderful and mild. And it will! Oh, let's not panic, if the sun shines francs rays, there is just enough to drop the jacket on the deck, and then only if the air is calm. We enjoy the morning for a short visit to the historical basis of Locroy Port with its small museum, send some postcards with the rare 'Post Office' presence on this continent .....
Dorian Bay
.... we then went to scout locations for a possible rise the day after the summit that overlooks the bay. Not without difficulty found a place to get a foothold on the ice sheet and then follows his spine below to see the small bay to the left of "Dorian" and retreat "English" desert .....
Dusk Port Locroy
Dorian Bay
.... The highlight today is really unreal, visibility is maximum. A few clouds give a touch of darkness, reliefs under better surroundings. This place exudes absolute peace, serenity, eternity. Time seems to stand still. Mont-French, this time right in front and so close, to give the appearance of Mont Blanc. Its huge south ridge and glacier, is derived here as an "I" as the obvious, like a climber's dream. 2 days of climbing in the Himalayan conditions to climb the 3,000 m climb and reach the summit dome. Horizons majestic "gentle climate, the weather is conducive to contemplation. Antarctica, the sixth continent? Continent extraordinary, timeless and walking the world, far from men, staggering !.....
late March - the return of winter looks
March 13, 2005
Cape Horn - The Return!
fifth day at sea - According to our estimates weather, finally touching the back of a small depression, the wind turns to the SW and is finally healthy. However it goes one step further and stood at 30 knots. Downwind, the genoa, the boat mare over 7 knots. It now eats mile with a rare happiness. The successive bursts, and 40 knots are now almost established. It's always sports on board, whether to move and swallow something. The concentration is appropriate if we do not want to risk being propelled through the cabin and shatter on the other side. Night falls, so that we agree a snack as a meal. The wind is now a broad reach and windvane really assumes control of the boat. To solve the problem, around 22 hours a piece of the toggle is broken so we have to take the helm.
I have the honor to start the festivities to 30 and 22 h on a broad reach, the limit down, I'm getting some problems. The night is ink and overcast, inside the crew is idle, all lights off.
other words outside the compass and wind vane at the masthead, I see nothing. More than 9 or 10 knots, the thrill is proportional to the voltage. The bar is pretty tough but the boat reacts rather healthy. At times I pinch myself to make sure you do not dream, well find me there at about 100 miles south of Cape Horn controlling only the 15 tons launched at nearly 10 knots, hurtling through the darkness. At times, I catch dizzy, I see on the front of the phenomena that are only a figment of my imagination.
The sea rumbles gently around then suddenly your student behind me. I dare not return. A severe outbreak took the boat from behind, I cling to the bar and curl up expecting me to receive a packet of sea on the head. The boat then left in a "surfing" and despite the rampant black night, I see the huge mustache of foam rising from the bow. Philos had his speedometer and panic for me, the adrenaline got invaded. A grain completes me complicate the task, but fortunately the temperature was more common with the previous days ......
March 14, 2005
...... Cape Horn is right there in front, Irrel under this cloud and the light Wild. Strange feeling! Surprisingly for these places everything is calm, the wind dropped but a large swell nearly three meters gives the impression that the ocean breathes. He resumed his breath? his next move will geule tadera surely not!
Preview Book Travel
February 19, 2005 / In flight over the Atlantic
Departure for the DEEP SOUTH! Ushuaia - Beagle Channel
physically, but mentally already in the south, constantly concerned by the crossing of the Drake Passage lies ahead, imagining a thousand times, "chirp" in the west of mature, impressive waves and swells, as so often read in the stories and seen by the photographs or films of adventurers and runners. In short, the breath of the South Seas do I let go. Can we really be indifferent to the idea of tracing his route off Cape Horn, towards the Antarctic, in the vicinity of a bad reputation ......
February 23, 2005
Lennox Island .... .... So here we are at the foot of the wall. We must first overcome some sixty miles to leave the continental shelf and nearly 500 miles of high seas lie ahead before hitting the first archipelago in Antarctica, or 8 degrees of latitude farther south, toward the 64th parallel. Despite the unfavorable weather in the evening, the start is given for the next morning ....
February 19, 2005 / In flight over the Atlantic
Departure for the DEEP SOUTH! Ushuaia - Beagle Channel
physically, but mentally already in the south, constantly concerned by the crossing of the Drake Passage lies ahead, imagining a thousand times, "chirp" in the west of mature, impressive waves and swells, as so often read in the stories and seen by the photographs or films of adventurers and runners. In short, the breath of the South Seas do I let go. Can we really be indifferent to the idea of tracing his route off Cape Horn, towards the Antarctic, in the vicinity of a bad reputation ......
February 23, 2005
Lennox Island .... .... So here we are at the foot of the wall. We must first overcome some sixty miles to leave the continental shelf and nearly 500 miles of high seas lie ahead before hitting the first archipelago in Antarctica, or 8 degrees of latitude farther south, toward the 64th parallel. Despite the unfavorable weather in the evening, the start is given for the next morning ....
Detroit Drake
February 24, 2005
... The descent of Nassau Bay unfolds at a good pace in a sea already formed but very acceptable. Then despite the wind still modest, the wave is increasingly high, a sign of shallows around Cape Horn. Shifts of 2 hours, then starts the tournus. The boat rolls and pitches now copiously, the wind freshened and the bar here is pretty sport. In the evening, it was the Horn and through the weather soon worried minds. Indeed, the forecast for the night promises the coming hours worthy of the great maritime detergents.
From 22 hours the wind is 40 knots and at night it rises to 50 knots for more than 2 or 3 hours. The boat is left to the cape and on board is a little nightmare. Within hours, except the skipper, the crew is pretty much wiped out by the Some seasick without nausea or forces, others already sick. Outside in the night the wind howls his rage and the show although small, is very impressive. Added to places frequented, the anguish is there. On board is the centrifuge, the boat cash by the powerful waves across in a crash impressive.
The autopilot took over the boat. Lying at the bottom of the cab, I fight against seasickness, feeling that I had been spared so far. It must be said that the movement of the boat is particularly violent, now reaches into the recesses 6 meters. The night never ends to scream ..... the minutes tick slowly between each onslaught of the sea crashing on deck.
Until noon, the 40 nodes are established here and then finally dies down somewhat to my relief. The canvas is a bit I take the bar returned a moment, full pre good. Devil! the boat is really hard, spray violently slashing the face, the cold is already alive and the sea yet quite powerful. Wrapped and gloved, there remains little more than my two glasses exposed to the elements. The sight of this sea dips important but fortunately very aggressive and it is extraordinarily powerful almost a game that heads down every time one of them boarded, stinging shower and chilling. It is clear that block more than half an hour under these conditions, it is no longer tenable and besides, I threw in the towel soon froze ....
1 March 2005
Melchior Archipelago
... 16 hours, the Melchior Archipelago is before us here feel the earth ... finally! ... As well as desired inhospitable. And still the low gray sky immensely. What a great sadness! A small coffee completes bring me some comfort. Finally
entry Dallmann Bay looks like a welcome worthy of the best tourist offices. One would think that the people of the region has mobilized its best representatives. First some seals romp around the boat. Then came the breath of a whale that appears in front of the bow, diving under the hull for better re-emerge on the back. Petrels and albatrosses then before we overtook an island inhabited by a colony of penguins who fled from our sight.
It is almost 19 hours with the twilight, the atmosphere is totally surreal. Water is dark, icebergs appear to support a sky ready to collapse, the islands have developed their icecap runoff from the rain never stops falling. Decor nightmare! It engages in a narrow passageway to the side of a glacier high good fifty meters and then after a huge blow to port helm, we discover our place of anchorage ...
At anchor
The night was ultimately mean, however, stopped the engine buzzing in my head, and dreams without rhyme or scrambling in mind. By the time I feel suffocated. The cabin is dripping everywhere, the air is saturated with moisture. Finally the morning peak and with it, I had sensed, a generous sun already flooded the neighboring peaks ....
... As we gain some height, morale racing, the excitement we invaded. The sky is torn between a few clouds and crystalline blue transparent. The light gives the scene a magical aspect. It must be said that the place is magical.
At the bottom of the bay, the boat seems paltry, it is dominated by the impressive ice caps. It bothers some petrels near their nest, then seal Weddell makes us understand that you respect the distance. Later a huge cornice forces us to some caution. We discover more southerly islands off Graham Land and towering mountains.
March 3, 2005
Gerlache Strait - Tabular Iceberg
This morning was really great weather. Once completed the pass, the view of the island towards the west of Brabant and Anvers Island with Mount French to the OS is fantastic. We sailed in an extraordinary light. Doubling a huge tabular iceberg likely detached from the Weddell Sea and came to make a detour peninsula with winds and currents. Further on is a meeting with several families of whales, some of which will come rub our hull very closely.
is a new double track dominated by a peak-like Himalayan, the almost vertical sides plastered with snow. The Gerlache Strait Crossing will bring a fresh wind of 30 knots in freezing temperatures. It was quickly brought back to the harsh realities of the region. The sea rises very quickly, the boat rolls and spray frozen slashing his face again. Buried beneath our caps, relays at the helm are refrigerants.
March 4, 2005
Paradise Bay - Chilean base Videla
It earns a small Chilean base, deserted at this time in fall. A new mooring is not without problems, ice crowding the scene. Finally installed, the sky opens and we offer a sunset that literally the entire region ablaze with lights at breathtaking. What a magical moment!
March 5, 2005
zone on 4th day and still a great day sunny perspective. For now, it's a real full house. We appreciate our great good fortune when we know that the last two months have totaled just 7 days of good weather and that the 15 days, the weather turned against the region .....
Graham Land
This morning we put ashore again, and what land, this time it Graham Land, Antarctica true! We climb again on a neighboring height, the peak that dominates requiring tying and spikes. The view is again extraordinary. In the distance stands the majestic Mount French with its huge southern edge clear and pure, its high elevation of 3000 meters. All around us, this is a universe of ice. Even the sea this time seems frozen by the cold prevailing .....
Paradise Bay
We enjoy a strong sun before we move a few miles south to a new anchorage. The navigation engine is cautious here because the bay is particularly crowded with ice.
March 6, 2005
the morning .... right out of the bay, crossing the Strait Gerlache gave us a good wind of 25 knots of NE absolutely frigid. The bar already difficult to maintain when the boat rolling heavily, we must also identify the many growlers like mines scattered among the whitecaps. Even bundled up like never before, the cold seizes me, freeze the feet, hands so that escape me some stretching exercises are needed. Time somewhat covered so far still leaves a sun shine conspicuous spreading on the mountains surrounding a light gray-blue glacial. Awesome Mount Luigi and his bread with icing sugar neighboring walls so steep ridges and if cornichées and slender that one wonders how well the set can stand ...
Canal Pelletier
.... We circumvent an island from the south to engage headwind channel "Pelletier", long and narrow channel that leads to tricky "Port Locroy "in a very alpine south dominated by high cliffs and inlets of ice. It literally sinking into the mountains, in what appears to be a great cul-de-sac closed by glaciers. This prevents a dangerous island for its shallow and then suddenly, when we will soon stumble at the bottom of the channel opens to port early access pass to Port Locroy. Jaak, at the helm, is transit while I stood guard in the wind .....
March 7, 2005
Port Locroy
The sky this morning presage a new day wonderful and mild. And it will! Oh, let's not panic, if the sun shines francs rays, there is just enough to drop the jacket on the deck, and then only if the air is calm. We enjoy the morning for a short visit to the historical basis of Locroy Port with its small museum, send some postcards with the rare 'Post Office' presence on this continent .....
Dorian Bay
.... we then went to scout locations for a possible rise the day after the summit that overlooks the bay. Not without difficulty found a place to get a foothold on the ice sheet and then follows his spine below to see the small bay to the left of "Dorian" and retreat "English" desert .....
Dusk Port Locroy
Dorian Bay
.... The highlight today is really unreal, visibility is maximum. A few clouds give a touch of darkness, reliefs under better surroundings. This place exudes absolute peace, serenity, eternity. Time seems to stand still. Mont-French, this time right in front and so close, to give the appearance of Mont Blanc. Its huge south ridge and glacier, is derived here as an "I" as the obvious, like a climber's dream. 2 days of climbing in the Himalayan conditions to climb the 3,000 m climb and reach the summit dome. Horizons majestic "gentle climate, the weather is conducive to contemplation. Antarctica, the sixth continent? Continent extraordinary, timeless and walking the world, far from men, staggering !.....
late March - the return of winter looks
March 13, 2005
Cape Horn - The Return!
fifth day at sea - According to our estimates weather, finally touching the back of a small depression, the wind turns to the SW and is finally healthy. However it goes one step further and stood at 30 knots. Downwind, the genoa, the boat mare over 7 knots. It now eats mile with a rare happiness. The successive bursts, and 40 knots are now almost established. It's always sports on board, whether to move and swallow something. The concentration is appropriate if we do not want to risk being propelled through the cabin and shatter on the other side. Night falls, so that we agree a snack as a meal. The wind is now a broad reach and windvane really assumes control of the boat. To solve the problem, around 22 hours a piece of the toggle is broken so we have to take the helm.
I have the honor to start the festivities to 30 and 22 h on a broad reach, the limit down, I'm getting some problems. The night is ink and overcast, inside the crew is idle, all lights off.
other words outside the compass and wind vane at the masthead, I see nothing. More than 9 or 10 knots, the thrill is proportional to the voltage. The bar is pretty tough but the boat reacts rather healthy. At times I pinch myself to make sure you do not dream, well find me there at about 100 miles south of Cape Horn controlling only the 15 tons launched at nearly 10 knots, hurtling through the darkness. At times, I catch dizzy, I see on the front of the phenomena that are only a figment of my imagination.
The sea rumbles gently around then suddenly your student behind me. I dare not return. A severe outbreak took the boat from behind, I cling to the bar and curl up expecting me to receive a packet of sea on the head. The boat then left in a "surfing" and despite the rampant black night, I see the huge mustache of foam rising from the bow. Philos had his speedometer and panic for me, the adrenaline got invaded. A grain completes me complicate the task, but fortunately the temperature was more common with the previous days ......
March 14, 2005
...... Cape Horn is right there in front, Irrel under this cloud and the light Wild. Strange feeling! Surprisingly for these places everything is calm, the wind dropped but a large swell nearly three meters gives the impression that the ocean breathes. He resumed his breath? his next move will geule tadera surely not!
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