Marco Nannini's blog
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Who would have thought..?
Who would have imagined that in the third and most symbolic of legs, heading for Cape Horn, we would be battling for the lead of the Global Ocean Race.
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Crash gybe...shredded kite
After what seemed like an eternal time spent beating upwind the last 48 hours have finally given us some following winds and faster sailing conditions.
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Patience and resilience
This leg will be remembered as the ultimate test of patience and resilience, it's been just over a week since we left Wellington, two boats have turned around and headed back in the first big South
Marco Nannini on the GOR: If this were a movie...
If this were a movie the last two days would have made for some nice drama on the high seas, imagine the context, a fleet of racing boats headed for Cape Horn, a South Pacific gale battering the fl
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Involuntary tacking
The first few days of the race, once out of Cook Strait, have been relatively easy sailing, reaching then downwind in moderate seas clocking good mileage every poll, we were happy with our choice o
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Arrived
The VHF finally broke its month long silence just before 6pm, Josh Hall on the committee boat is calling.
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Crash gybe
So here we are in yet another 45 knots stinker, making excellent progress under staysail and reefed main, occasionally surfing high teens.
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Through the storm
Storm is over, back to normality. After a couple of nasty and uncomfortable sailing days we just hoisted the small spinnaker and are finally heading east at decent speeds.
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Southern Ocean rendez-vous
After six days of racing i have a sense of deja vu, the three new boats are at the front and here futher back we are nearly in visual contact with Phesheya Racing which is about 7 miles to
Marco Nannini on the GOR: Dry suits off
After days of being punished and thrown around things have definitely turned for the better, we have emerged from our dry suits stinking like dead rats and are enjoying a lovely spinnaker run in a
