He went with me when I took the first sailing trip of my life in Croatia. We crossed the North Sea together and sailed the Hebrides in Scotland. Together we could experience low points and high points of cruising sailing. We got to know each other at a motorcycle meeting.
In 2019, Christoph was last on board with us to tick an important bucket on his personal bucket list. He wanted to cross the Bay of Biscay on a sailing boat. We were able to fulfill his wish, Christoph accompanied us from Guernsey to Vigo in Spain, in the middle of the Bay of Biscay we were even able to observe two whales.
Today we received the news that Christoph recently passed away. Our thoughts are with his loved ones.
We have been alone on board for the first time since December 15 last year. Jörg got on the plane yesterday and arrived safely in Frankfurt today. We had a good time together, visited three countries, were drenched in the rain and roasted by the sun. Hopefully he doesn't have to freeze too much in Germany.
In any case, he ended up in Frankfurt in the middle of the carnival season. Mardi Gras. It seems so unreal to me here.
Jens and I are now alone on board again. Yesterday we used it and did almost nothing. We let the time pass, hardly talked and enjoyed the moment. We have traveled many thousands of miles since Tenerife, and the bow cabin was always occupied. Now it is empty.
Loud music from the Uferstrasse draws my attention to a carnival parade. I grab a camera and go check it out.
All participants in the move come from different school classes. Every school or class has chosen a motto. I was touched by those who decorated themselves with flags from all over the world, even if I didn't see a German flag. Great Britain is still there.
A music cart drives in front of each group. The number of speakers is impressive, but that ensures a balanced sound throughout the place. I call Jens, who has holed up behind heavy metal and carries out the vacuum cleaner. In this case, the vacuum cleaner can wait. We go into town and look for the move.
If it stops and the move stalls, you can simply dance on site. On the loudspeaker carriage is the DJ who provides the background music.
Of course I made a little video so that you can also listen to the great carnival music at home. This continues for a group that just had to pause.
And then there's the whole pack dancing on the quayside because the move simply doesn't go forward. Traffic jam is common in the carnival, while waiting there is jumping to music.
When the last car drove past us and we walked back down to the marina, we agreed without a word that the work for that day was over. We go for another kebab and warm up the leftovers from the lasagna in the evening.
Today we cleaned, defrosted the fridge (yes, we have an unwanted ice cube machine !!!), tightened the shrouds, tightened loose screws, cleaned up the sail load, rearranged the bunk to two-person operation, mounted the spare part on the wind vane control and then us again rested. Tomorrow we will continue with the work.
A few days ago we drove over to Martinique. Jens and I urgently needed a French supermarket. And for Burti this is the end of the line. She had only four weeks of vacation and has to fly home again. Jörg takes her to Fort de France by taxi to the airport.
The flight home gets a bit messy. The flight from Barbados to Frankfurt has been booked for a few months. Only the transport from Burti to Barbados had to be organized. Simply board in Martinique, change in Dominica and fly to Barbados. It's just stupid that the plane then flew to Guadeloupe. These lines emerge while Burti hopefully gets on the plane to Barbados.
We are in a rather unattractive marina in Le Marin. People are very nice, the showers are too warm and the walk to the shower is long. However, the ambience is not that great, but the local Carrefour supermarket offers a free shuttle service to the jetty. Class! We have Camembert and Orangina again!
In front of the marina is a gigantic buoy field. And the marina is huge, it has nine jetties. Sometimes the boats have been lying there for a very, very long time. I will write something about that in the future.
There is also one or the other coral reef in the middle of the buoy fields. They are marked with buoys, but at night you can get problems with the navigation. I am glad that we made the journey here in daylight.
Admittedly, the shopping opportunities near the port are very limited. We only found a small savings market within walking distance. Nevertheless, I had to choose this title for the blog post, because that was also the case with U96 in the film “Das Boot”. Already in the film I was impressed by the nightly entry into the harbor, the fishermen who had to avoid the boat. We also entered the harbor at night, but did not have to dodge any mines. When viewed in light, we are in the lively port of a big city.
There was a reason that we drove straight to Vigo and did not first drive around the rias north of it. After three weeks, our co-sailing friend Christoph leaves us. He has to go back to work on September 2nd. We also work, but only on the boat and only for us.
While these lines are being written, Christoph is sitting on the plane home. Together we drove 672 nautical miles, had a crack in the mainsail, saw two whales and a lot of dolphins, visited three countries, had everything from wind force zero to eight and wave heights from zero to five meters. We made boat trips on Guernsey, in Roscoff on the Île de Batz and to Santiago de Compostela. It was a nice time.
Since the day before yesterday we have a new crew member. This time it is neither a teddy bear nor a food processor, but a human being made of flesh and blood. Christoph came to us on Guernsey to cross Biscay with us.
We have known each other for almost two decades, it all started with motorcycling and continued with sailing. A third man on board will be of great help, especially when driving at night, because then we can all sleep more.
Unfortunately, we're all still stuck on Guernsey together. There was a strong wind forecast for the past two days. Even most ferry connections have been canceled.
If the ferries don't go, we'll stay in the harbor. We still have the option. Yesterday afternoon the harbor became full and full, many sailors sought shelter. The night became correspondingly uncomfortable. Sissi tugged on the lines that creaked and squeaked.
The weather was better today, but we still couldn't drive out. We will probably have to wait until Monday. The weather would be okay tomorrow and we can get out, but the petrol station closed on Sunday afternoon. We still lack 200 liters of diesel with which we want to drive over the Biscay. The diesel is so cheap here that it pays to pay another night in the marina.
It was planned for a long time and for a long time it was uncertain whether this meeting would come. Our sister Christine is on vacation with her son Benedikt on Guernsey. Since it was not clear for a long time whether the watermaker would arrive in Wales in time, it was also far from certain for us that we could still meet them on Guernsey. We could.
First there was a photo for the family album, then we took a short walk around the harbor and were explained how it works here on the island, where the best waffles are and what we should see. It depends on how long we are stuck here, then maybe we can even see it all.
For us she brought a lot of vacuum cleaner bags and a meat grinder from Frankfurt, a big thank you for that. The next day, we first bought meat from the butcher, turned it through our own wolf and turned it into a delicious lasagna. Now we have to vacuum, the salon is due again.
We still have a few days together. We will use them because then we can no longer see them for the next few years.
The departure day we selected (Sunday, June 16) was almost reached. Nevertheless, we were still on the crane. The wind did not allow the mast to be put down and the problem solved on Wednesday and Thursday. Only on Friday there were no gusts of wind force 8, so the mast could then be easily put down. Of course, the real problem was resolved within 10 minutes. In winter we tried to pull a new antenna cable into the mast. But that went completely wrong. In the hustle and bustle of placing the mast after winter storage, we forgot the rest of the antenna cable in the mast. As a result, we could only move the Spifall with the greatest effort.
In the night from Thursday to Friday we also received a visit from Burti, Jörg and Dirk - dear friends with whom we have spent a lot of time on sailing boats in the past. They came to say goodbye to us at the port exit.
The mast was back on the deck, so we could drive back into our box cheerfully and chat a little about all the topics of the world the rest of the afternoon. For the next day, only the purchase was on the todo list. In Stavoren, the supermarket is surrounded on three sides by water, so you can simply park your sailing boat in front of the supermarket.
The petrol station is on the way to the Coop, where we filled up the diesel right up to the top of the tank. Then we parked in front of the supermarket and switched off the AIS transmitter. Just like that. After refueling, the ship smelled slightly of diesel. We weren't worried.
On the way back to the marina, the smell of diesel became more and more penetrating. That was when we started to worry. After landing in our own box, we opened the engine compartment and saw the disaster. Diesel runs out of one of the five cylinders.
At the point where the injector is screwed into the engine, quite a bit of diesel leaks, even when the engine is switched off. We had to turn off the main diesel tap to stop the flow. After the machine cooled down, the smell of diesel also decreased.
A mechanic is of course not available on Saturday afternoon. That's why we're stuck at least until Monday. The workshop opens at 7:30 a.m. - I will be on time.
We have now switched on the AIS again and we have processed the frustration. On Saturday our crew added Christoph, Sissi was suddenly really full and the cockpit was almost too narrow. For the evening we had a table in the Cafe Max ordered.
I like the Cafe Max. The dining room is quaint. The food there is delicious, the people friendly and the beer tastes good too. I can also recommend the non-smokers to visit the Rookkamer, there is an old map of the Zuiderzee hanging on the wall and showing what the IJsselmeer looked like before the dike was built. We celebrated as if it was really the last evening in Stavoren.
Today, Sunday, Jens and I accompanied the whole aisle to the parking lot and waved at the departure. That should have been the other way around. There is a little wistfulness.