Home sweet, Roxy
Sam relishes her one-chocolate-bar-a-day routine, but last week she began to feel that her chocolate-to-fibrous greenery ratio was becoming skewed in the chocolate direction. So she planted beans. Yes, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Sam Davies began to grow beans. She’s hoping they will rebalance her diet but—never fear—she still plans to consume one Cadbury Dairy Milk bar a day until the finish line. (This routine was threatened at the International Date Line when Sam had an eight-day week with only seven chocolate bars. She solved the problem and survived, but just barely.)
When she’s not craving chocolate, says Sam, she’s craving a nail file. Keeping her girly demeanor at sea has been a challenge, but she’s found ways to make it work. She wears a specially designed sports bra with pockets for warmers, an invention she adopted after the old warmers slid out of her bra and down her drysuit, burning her bum. At the beginning of the race, Sam washed her hair daily with a lathering Kerastase shampoo. But as her body grew weaker, she had to limit her showers to conserve energy. Now she keeps her blonde locks in braids and proudly reports that, “so far I haven’t gotten itchy-head syndrome.” During the cold weeks, she bundled up in “a feather puffa jacket and moonboots.” During the sunny weeks, she ditched the down for her favorite Roxy bikini, excited to let the sun kiss her freckles again.
Sam’s proud of her temporary home and takes measures to make it her own. The pink sails and polka-dotted hulls of Roxy are neither sexy nor sleek, like those of its competitors, but what it lacks in style, Roxy makes up for in personality. Belowdeck, Sam sleeps with pink beanbag pillows. Photos and cards from home frame her nav station and her good luck charms Lucky the flamingo and Foxy the duck look over her chart table. Where most sailors might keep a commemorative map to chart their progress, Sam charts hers with a permanent marker on the surface of an inflatable globe.