Patriotic swimming at 70+ strokes per minute (this pace would fall into the 50s after 10 hours).

Saying hello to the Sea France when passing through the shipping lane. Our only close call was with a French yacht when we were nearing Cap Nez Gris.

My nourishment that Thomas fed me with on the hour for the first three and then every half hour. However, I couldn’t keep the thick chocolate protein mix down after 6 hours and switched over to electrolytes and water. My tongue and throat were also so swollen from the salt that it was difficult to eat hard foods like bananas, but I was somehow still able to choke down some bites of Mars Bars.