On Saturday we had apparently promised you something rashly, that we keep time even while crossing the blog via shortwave to date. But once again, everything went exactly as planned.
Right on time at ten clock after a relaxed breakfast, the final preparations and goodbyes we threw the cast off and waited to third on the opening of the pedestrian bridge, separated the marina of Lagos from the Atlantic. Outside awaited us in the sunshine optimum sailing conditions and after a short time we glided under sail relaxed then. As predicted the wind steadily increased and as we rounded the Cabo de São Vicente nor was added at the final wave of the open Atlantic.
After two weeks of rest in the harbor struck me rocking something on the stomach. Especially the high, steep wave transverse to the direction of travel was really getting used to. So I retreated below deck, to counteract the problem with a nap. Das hatte bisher immer geholfen 🙂
But somehow I was fighting a losing battle on this day. Nap or not - this time it did not help. And a short time later I met one of our household items appreciate lovingly: den blauen Mehrzweckeimer 🙁 Genauere Details möchte ich Euch an dieser Stelle lieber ersparen. The next 36 Hours was the bucket definitely my constant companion.
Dietmar let the rocking again completely unaffected. Gut so, for he had now all hands full, there was not really what to do with myself.
Meanwhile, we still ran with reefed genoa and reefed Great to seven knots of wind force six, gusts even seven. The three meters high waves pushed us time and again off course and our autopilot had a tough job, but he reliably completed.
Good, I had pre-cooked in Lagos, so had to Dietmar not starve at least. Eating warming he can that is already perfect. At least part of the night guard I was able to take. Sleeping was not even thinking anyway. So Dietmar got least little bit deserved night's rest, while I sat with my blue bucket in the cockpit and brought the next morning wish.
Over the next day I had a bit "Rocks" me. The first culinary delights (Tuc biscuits and mashed potatoes) I had not let me go twice through the head. After what felt like an eternity (36 Hours can be really long) I was back on the road to recovery. In addition, wind and wave was significantly reduced. We could shake out a reef the sails and stowed Dietmar various things back under cover, who had been freed in the rocking and distributed in ship.
The second night was calm and relaxed. The wind was constant in magnitude and direction and went on board a rest. Unfortunately, I was looking forward too soon and for me the third day began with a relapse. Again, I was below deck and could not mucksen me. I would cry out of sheer anger can. Dietmar had on my disastrous state probably already used to it and bore it with composure.
But this crossing was eventually to an end. In the sunrise, we were finally able to make out the silhouette of Porto Santo. Clouds hung over the barren volcanic island with its steep mountains and rugged cliffs. As we wanted to reconcile nature for the last three days, jumped shortly dolphins around the boat and offered us off the island setting is a beautiful sight.
When we two hours later long before the, Hellen Strand von Porto Santo vor Anker lagen, had the threatening, warped gray clouds and the water shone bright blue in the sun. Angekommen 🙂 Jetzt erst mal frühstücken – endlich 🙂
