For once we did everything right. We couldn't have taken the sails down at a better time. The wind picked up a lot overnight and with the gusts we are experiencing today, the genoa would still be in place. Bravo!

Cruise ship in March 2020 in Bonaire

Tomorrow is March 1st. Exactly a year ago we were in Bonaire and saw a cruise ship mooring at the pier every day, and on some days two. Of course there was this Chinese virus somewhere on the other side of the planet, but it had no effect on life. In the morning the crusaders stormed the island en masse, in the evening they disappeared again and we had our rest at our buoy - until the next morning.

Traveling was so easy. And cheap. We chose the island we wanted, when we cleared out we got the documents for the destination and then we set off. The entry into the destination country was uncomplicated, I just had to do the more or less long marathon through the various authorities. That was done in a period of between five minutes (Martinique) up to two hours (St. Lucia). In St. Lucia it took so long because the different authorities took their lunch break at different times.

The visits to the authorities cost more or less a lot of money, but it was cheap compared to the costs that travelers have to face today.

Martinique Carnival, February 2020

Now travel is complicated. And expensive. Those who want to travel these days have to prepare the bureaucratic part almost better than the sailing part. In any case, you should have additional supplies on board for two weeks in case a two-week quarantine is unexpectedly ordered at the destination. We want to move from Aruba to another island. Okay, what alternatives do we have?

Shopping street in Bridgetown, Barbados, on January 2020

Curacao. The shortest possible route. The prerequisite for entry is a negative Covid-19 test that is no more than 72 hours old. You register your trip via a website. You even have to give the estimated time of arrival in advance. The negative test result must be uploaded to a specific website. 125$ are required for each of the tests. Curacao can be reached in approx. 14 engine hours. Sailing is pretty crappy ... because the wind comes directly towards you. Choose a day of the crossing with a light wind. The number of Covid-19 diseases is very low.

Dominican Republic. Registration on various websites is required. They do not require a Covid test. When entering the country, the temperature is measured and that is basically it. Our friends at Chapo paid $ 260 in fees. This includes the service provider for the jungle of authorities. Sailing in the DR is very possible, because the wind always blows from the beautiful half-wind direction. The number of new infections with Covid is relatively high.

Puerto Rico. Is canceled due to a lack of health insurance coverage. This also applies to the US Virgin Islands.

British Virgin Islands. Still closed. The opening has just been postponed to mid-April. We cannot and do not want to rely on that.

Anguilla. When you're signed in, they let you in. There are also websites for registration here. They request a negative Covid-19 test that is no more than five days old. The problem here is that Anguilla is so far east that we have to fight quite a bit to get there. It'll take us more than five days. On arrival there is still a Covid test, followed by 10 days of quarantine and a final Covid test. That's pretty expensive, of course the normal fees come on top of that. After that life is fine because there are no more cases.

Party on Friday night in Gros Islet, St. Lucia, February 2020

There are no guarantees that the rules won't change overnight. Countries can close again because of the fear of the mutations or because of - uh - no idea. They can close, and so do they.

Grenada. The absolute toughest tour. 500 miles straight upwind. 500 miles against a current of up to 2 knots. Much harder than sailing from Cuba to Aruba. But our friends from Milena Bonatti were able to get their Covid-19 vaccination there. That would be quite a motivation for the ride. With an estimated travel time of over 14 days, we would probably no longer have to do quarantine. In Grenada the good AstraZeneca is used.

When our mast is repaired, we'll leave the island. For my soul, I would like a departure date before March 11th. We arrived in Aruba for the first time on March 11, 2020. The borders were closed on March 14th. The airport was shut down at the end of the month. Aruba went into a deep sleep.

Lockdown. March 2020

Curacao seems uneconomical to me, as the landscape is only slightly different from that of Aruba. The Dominican Republic is a so-called low-hanging fruit that is easy to pick. Will we be happy with that? All the islands in the east are difficult to reach. Should we go straight to France (Guadeloupe)? We can at least stock up there before we head back across the Atlantic to Europe in a few months. I dont know.

Or are we going to take on the effort for Grenada? The chance of a vaccination and possibly fewer visits to the authorities and Covid-19 tests in the future. I would like to use vaccination privileges. I'm still doing research.

There is still no opening perspective in Jamaica. Jamaica would be very easy to get to. According to hearsay, Jamaica will not open its ports again until cruise tourism is back on its feet. The few sailing boats that are sailing in the Caribbean are ignored by the authorities.

Britannia in January 2020. Comes too close for us between Barbados and St. Lucia. Our cell phones were in the on-board network. I can do without these things.

We'll likely be back in Europe when the first crusaders hit the Caribbean again. So Jamaica will no longer work this spring. Too bad, but not to change. Traveling used to be so easy, so spontaneous. "Hey, the wind is looking good for the next few days, let's go." Quickly to the authorities and then be free. You could change your destination along the way. The stop on Bonaire was spontaneous, we had papers for Aruba with us. I get nostalgic feelings, even though my career as a long-distance driver has been rather short so far.

I'm looking forward to a few days of sailing, even if they are exhausting. Sailing days are good for the mind.

Let your mind wander. January 2020.

Start of the second year!

What I do here in Aruba has nothing to do with long-distance sailing, not even sailing. It is life on a sailboat. Sometimes I wonder how many people visit this website. I only write about life on a small Caribbean island. I would not have imagined that on June 19, 2019, when Jens and I loosened the lines in Stavoren and started our long sailing trip.

Evening mood in Stavoren

Our path initially led us on well-trodden paths. First we crossed the North Sea. We learned to use our new technology, especially the AIS. The following time in Scotland was a dream because the Scottish weather was not Scottish at all, because it hardly rained.

Seaport Marina Inverness

From a culinary point of view, we took with us from Scotland how to prepare a lobster and how to eat it with as little collateral damage as possible. There were countless photos and a large number of contacts with the locals. We met a lot of great people.

Lobster in the pan

Our trip took us to Guernsey via Northern Ireland, Isle of Man, Ireland and Wales. There we had an appointment with our sister Christine and her son Benedikt. The two spent their summer holidays there and had to lug a meat grinder from Frankfurt to the Sissi for us.

Family reunion on Guernsey

Then the first visit came on board. Christoph wanted to cross the Bay of Biscay on a sailboat once in his life. We were able to fulfill this wish. We knew that we would take an experienced sailor on board, after all, we had been out together enough times.

Wind vane

During the crossing of the Biscay we used our wind vane control for the first time. We always pushed that ahead of us on the short trips, the electric autopilot works excellently. After Biscay we only used the wind vane. Sissi sails much calmer when the wind pilot steers. We were pretty stupid in that regard. Christoph then left us in Vigo, before we went on a pilgrimage by train to Santiago de Compostela.

After the first haircut

In Spain and Portugal it was so warm that we parted from our long hair. For me it was the first visit to the hairdresser in this millennium. It was one of my better decisions. My hair looked pretty - um - already.


We spent quite a long time in Lanzarote. This had to do with the fact that we were waiting for a flight to Frankfurt because we wanted to surprise our parents at the celebration of their golden wedding. We managed the surprise.

When I look at the picture above in today's context, I think that the consequences of Covid-19 may not all be bad. Enjoyment on the beach can only be better if it is not so narrow there. I'm going to put a current picture in between. I took it at the reopening of the hotel island, which we as marina guests can use.

Renaissance Island Aruba reopens

Admittedly, the hotel is not yet open. Everything is still running on a back burner. The locals were invited to the island for the first weekend. You could translate for a special price of 60 US$. Not everyone in Aruba can afford that.

Cueva de los verdes

Back to the Canaries, back to Europe, back in time. We were not the only ones to have sailed along the European coast and landed in the Canaries. We met many boats again and again, and friendships developed with some crews. Some of us are stuck in the Caribbean, we try to keep in touch. We are very grateful for these friendships.

Since we now knew how exhausting a multi-day sea trip can be for a crew of two, Jens and I decided to take a hitchhiker on Tenerife.

Last sea day on the Atlantic

Jakob, a young Austrian, traveled from Tenerife to Barbados on our Sissi and relieved us in the expected way on the Atlantic. In the meantime he has had to refrain from his plan to go around the world without a plane. He has now flown back to Austria.

As soon as we arrived in Barbados, we had another visitor. We had arranged to meet Burti and Jörg months ago. It was now the end of January and Covid-19 dominated the media. It was all very far away in the Caribbean.

Burti finds her tropical paradise

The two accompanied us from Barbados via St. Lucia to Martinique. In retrospect, the period was far too long. For me, one of the greatest personal disappointments of my life has developed from it.

Jens with donkeys on Bonaire

On the way from Martinique to Bonaire, Jens told me that we don't have to go through the Panama Canal, but have to change our course towards Germany. It hit me very hard for a few days. We started to work out a sustainable remaining program. These included the islands of Bonaire (because of the great reef and the low population) and Aruba (because of the tram). Then we wanted to meet the Chapo in Jamaica.

Tram selfie when the world was still okay.

A few days after our arrival, Aruba closed the borders. The first cases of Covid-19 have been reported on the island. The barriers also fell on many other Caribbean islands, as did Central America. We were stuck. For a while we planned to sail back to Germany non-stop.

We also had a problem. The Chapo was in the middle of the Atlantic. Jutta and Charly knew that they would not be able to move for a few months. You have decided to come to Aruba too. We were very happy because they still had 24 cans of cider on board for us. Due to the long quarantine period from Cape Verde to Aruba, they were allowed to enter despite the closed border.

See you again in Aruba

Several largely uneventful weeks followed. Aruba has completely shut down public administration. Only pharmacies, supermarkets and a few other basic supply stores were still open. There was a strict curfew at night. Jens flew back to Germany. So we can't get on our minds for months while we're stuck in Aruba. At the latest now it was clear to me that the situation would not relax within a few days.


The island is now without Covid-19 cases and is preparing to open. The first fresh tourists may come back soon. Public life is almost no longer restricted. The bars have to close at 11 p.m., casinos and massage parlors are still completely closed. The restrictions are therefore limited.

In the future, incoming tourists will have to bring a corona test that is 72 hours old or they can buy a test for a mere 75 US$ upon arrival and are in quarantine during the one-day waiting period for the result. In addition, tourists need health insurance that includes Covid-19. Of course, this health insurance can also be taken out on site, which only costs 15 US$ per day.


Jutta and I now drive regularly to the donkeys here and help them to feed and clean the area. This is a pleasant change from everyday port life. You cannot find a new tourist highlight every day. After all, the island is relatively small.

My contacts with the Arubans are also improving. Since you can meet again in public life, I've been talking more and more. So far, however, the conversation has been somewhat bumpy because my papiamento can be greatly improved. I will work on that in the coming weeks.

And I will be happy every time I can go for a walk in the rain. It rained for two minutes these days and I was walking. Great.

Heavy rain. For two minutes. The road doesn't even get really wet.

What I miss most besides family and friends is the changing of the seasons. We have been traveling in summer since we left. Summer in the Netherlands and Scotland, Ireland and France. It was summer everywhere. The later the month, the more south we went. I would like to have a really nice snowy winter day again or the scent of autumn leaves after a rain shower. Yes, I miss the rain too. It has not rained here for a quarter of an hour since March.

Next month I want to try sailing with Sissi again. Edward and Shelley want to test if they get seasick. If they don't get seasick, maybe we can take a little trip to Curacao or Bonaire. Freedom of travel has been in effect within the ABC Islands since June 15. I am optimistic for the second year of the trip.

Never before has I been able to experience so much in such a short time.

Change of plan. Departure.

A few days ago, the honorary consul sent me the news that a special flight from Aruba to Amsterdam is scheduled. It is a flight from the Netherlands to Amsterdam, which also takes nationals of other EU member states. Jens and I discussed this extensively. As a result, we changed our plans somewhat.

Always looking at the sea is stupid.

In a few weeks there will be the opportunity to start towards Europe. The typical time window opens at the end of April. Our route includes Jamaica (closed), Cuba (closed), Bermuda (closed), the Azores (closed), Portugal (closed), Spain (closed), France (closed and sailing prohibited) and England (still open). No one knows today whether England will be open in two months. The time window closes sometime in late June with the start of the hurricane season, which usually lasts until the end of November.

The direct route non-stop to Germany is of course not blocked for us. We have a sailboat with unlimited range, we have provisions on board for months and we do not have to refuel. It is a mere 5500 nautical miles (10175 kilometers), which we can sail in about 55 days. There are also 14 days of self-quarantine before departure so that we can ensure that we don't already have the disease on board. So don't leave the boat for two months. Somehow we don't feel like it.

Jens flies back to Frankfurt, I stay on board and in Aruba. This is the decision. After the hurricane season Jens comes back and we drive the route I described above. At some point the countries will open their borders again. At some point we can move around the ocean as freely as we love it.

The departure is scheduled for April 3 at 4:30 p.m. On April 3, Jutta also has a birthday. We are invited to the Chapo. We explain to Jutta that if she wants to celebrate with us, she has to celebrate her birthday. For the evening of April 2nd, I'll get the ingredients for a fine farewell lasagna. We wear them to the Chapo. Then we celebrate the last evening. Then we celebrate Jutta's birthday. Then the beer is all over.

Sandals have had their day.

On the morning of the day of departure, the sandals that Jens had been wearing through Europe and now all over the world for at least a decade are buried with a slight hangover. At least for me there is no sentimentality. I didn't want to touch them anymore.

Today is the day of departure

We are getting sentimental. Jens has packed his things and is just under the weight limit. A last photo with Sissi. One last chat with the chapos. We are standing on the main street and waiting for Lel, an Aruban we met a few weeks ago. He had offered to drive us when we had a problem. The problem is obvious. We have to go to the airport, but there are no buses or taxis. Lel drives and offers me that he brings me back again. Thank you!

Spooky lonely - Oranjestad Airport

Nothing is going on at the airport. We are there much too early. Of course, all grill and snack stalls, coffee shops and mini markets are closed. The airport is closed. The whole country is closed. We were so stupid that we didn't think about it. Fortunately, we took enough water with us.

Wait for the terminal to open

The terminal opens two and a half hours before the scheduled departure time. At this point we had already heard from security people that the flight would be delayed an hour due to technical problems. Jens organizes a pizza at the delivery service through this security guard.

Only one flight will depart today

The terminal opens and it is easy to keep a safe distance from other people. There is only one flight today.

At the counter, Jens learns that he is not on the passenger list. He comes outside again. I send a message to the consul. She promises that she will take care of it immediately. A quarter of an hour later an employee of the airport appears with us. Jens was on the passenger list. He could check in now.

In line in front

Jens comes back with his luggage. He is on the passenger list, but currently only Dutch can be handled. The man who handles the two German passengers has not yet arrived. So waiting is the order of the day again. I'm hungry - Jens forgot to ask me if I want a pizza too - but I don't want to go back to Sissi before Jens checks in. I finally have the short line to the consul.

Stupid selfie in front of the airport

An employee of the airport comes to us again. Jens can now check in. The third attempt is successful. Well. I call Lel to pick me up. Then I say goodbye to Jens. Short. I hate train station farewells. Lel takes me back to Sissi.

I spend the afternoon on the phone with friends and family. Donald Trump sends warships to Venezuela. We can look over to Venezuela from Aruba. Military aircraft can be seen in the sky. I have another chat with the Chapos.

Jens Flieger's delay is getting bigger and bigger. He still hasn't started in Paramaribo. At some point Jens learns that the flight was postponed to the following day. After a long wait, a bus arrives and takes most of the disabled passengers to a hotel that has been reopened for this flight. Jens comes back to Sissi.

We celebrate the last evening in Aruba in a small group, only Jens and me. We hear on the radio that Germany is considering closing the border with Holland. That would be stupid for Jens, because he still has to come from Amsterdam to Frankfurt. The ICE certainly does not cross the closed border.

Jens gets regular updates on April 4th. A spare part for the plane was flown to Suriname. The plane is being repaired. There is a departure time. The departure time will be postponed. The flight is finally canceled and postponed to April 5. A replacement plane is coming. We celebrate again on the Chapo. We can now go to the Chapo, the quarantine period is over.

On the morning of April 5th, the previous evening was in my bones. The large number of “last evenings” drag on. I don't feel like the last evening anymore. On flightradar24 we watch the flight replacement machine on the way to Paramaribo. Everything looks good. The machine lands. Jens gets the message that his flight will be delayed. Delay is better than postponed.

Jens gets on the bus

The arrival of the buses at the marina is also delayed, not all passengers were found in the hotel. The hotel is said to have been very good. Hear. Then come, I'll say goodbye to Jens for a moment and that's it. For the next months.

The flight takes an exciting route to Aruba. As much distance from Venezuela as possible. Mr. Trump is having fun in Venezuela.

Just before arrival.

Meanwhile, Jens is in the terminal and is waiting for departure. We exchange messages. I am sad and happy at the same time. I am happy for Jens that he can spend the next few months in Frankfurt. I am curious to see how I will fare now. I am saddened by the direction the sailing trip took through no fault of our own.


While we are still exchanging messages, everything suddenly happens very quickly. The plane hovers over the harbor, I can see it from Sissi. I exchange two more short messages with Jens, then he has to switch off his phone. Again, it takes ages before I can watch the start of the plane on the Internet. We'll see you again in late autumn.

On the way home

Ribs with cabbage

Yesterday evening we had ribs with cabbage to eat. We last had that when we visited our parents on the occasion of their golden wedding in November. A can of sauerkraut has been stored in our Schapps for a while, we found beautiful ribs at the butcher in Oranjestad. That was the end of dinner.

Ribs with cabbage

The world around us is turning hollow because of the corona crisis. Most countries have closed their borders. We currently don't dare to leave Aruba because there is a great risk that we will not be allowed into the next country. What to do?

Jens: I haven't been doing very well lately. Something was causing me psychological problems, but I couldn't really interpret what it was. When we drove from Martinique to Bonaire, I sat brooding in the cockpit during my watch. As much as scales from my eyes. It's loneliness on this long journey. We met a lot of nice people along the way and made new friends. However, these friendships are usually short-lived, because either we go on or the others. In the end we are among ourselves. I miss being around other people and seeing my friends. I had to digest this knowledge myself and sat there for a while with tears in my eyes. After Jörg got up I told him what was so difficult on my soul. He had complete understanding for this and I felt a big stone falling from my heart that day. Despite everything, I'm glad that I went on this trip. Our experiences and adventure were worth it.

I talked it all over for a few more days. I always hoped to be able to change Jens' mind again, but I could also see how great his relief is that we will go back.

We decided to cross the Atlantic from west to east at the right time, around the beginning of May, to make a stopover in the Azores and then to spend the summer in Scotland. Here in the Caribbean we wanted to visit Jamaica and Cuba at least, maybe even take a short trip to Haiti. We planned to arrive in Frankfurt in September.

Then came Corona, the closure of the Panama Canal for pleasure boats, border closures at most of the country's borders and therefore closures of most of the islands for us. The impossibility of traveling further west makes the whole story a lot easier for me. It doesn't feel better for me if I can read new messages about the possibility or impossibility of passage through the canal every few days. That changes every day.

We are now waiting for Aruba until we can better assess the situation. Since we have already bought supplies for the Pacific, we could also drive non-stop across the Atlantic if necessary. But that would be unpleasant, because you don't see anything of the world.

Every day there is news, new developments and therefore new plans for us. We will use the remaining time of our trip to see as much as possible.

At home in Frankfurt there are ribs with cabbage again.

Oranjestad ghost town

Ghost train - only occupied by driver and conductor. There are usually a lot of crusaders in there.

Sometimes wishes come true. Sometimes dreams come true. If you read this blog regularly, you must have noticed that I have something to complain about in many encounters with cruise ships. They stink, they flood their destinations with people, they don't adhere to the traffic regulations at sea, they look shitty and they also often obstruct the view of the landscape or the horizon. I've always wanted a world without a crusader.

This wish has been fulfilled. At the moment we are calm in front of the cruise ships.

Crusader terminal in Oranjestad - there are usually two ships here every day

The reason why no crusaders will come to Aruba in the next four weeks is of course known to everyone by now. It's because Corona virus. Flights to Europe are also canceled.

Poster with rules of conduct

The borders were closed in the surrounding countries. We sailors usually go where the wind blows us. Then we go to the authorities, fill out a huge mountain of forms and get stamps on our passports. Afterwards we are in the country and can do whatever we want.

We read on the Internet that in Europe one country after another is lowering its barriers. It is no different on the islands in the Caribbean. That's why we stay here for now and wait for the things that await us in the next few weeks. It is clear to me that the whining is at a very high level, because we are in a very nice place, have access to good care in infrastructure and, if the worst comes to the worst, would also have a properly equipped clinic at hand. But we don't enjoy it. We are also with our thoughts with family and friends in Germany.

Empty pedestrian street in Oranjestad

There is a lot to read in newspapers and magazines that the virus will affect the economy. That most people will get it someday. There is much speculation about the danger and the development of a vaccine will take some time. There is a lot of panic, half-knowledge dominates the virtual space in the network, stupid jokes are cracked.

In Oranjestad we see clearly that damage to the local economy can occur immediately. The pedestrian zone is empty, so are the shops.

Empty business, they all look like this now.

The world changed within a few days. We now have another planet. Sometimes crazy politicians turn the wheel, circulate crude theories and point their fingers at other countries instead of trying to contain the plague.

The unsettled people react with actions that they would never perform under normal circumstances. Who (apart from us sailors) needs toilet paper in the house for several months? Our stock would extend to Australia. Who actually likes spelled pasta? And who is so crazy about washing his nose with vinegar?

The cashier in the supermarket just around the corner from our marina was wearing an operating mask and rubber gloves yesterday. In front of the cash register was a plate of sliced raw onions. Reason and madness right next to each other.

I hope that the planet will return to normal in the next few weeks. We're stuck, we can't go any further. The situation can change every day, every hour. If we keep going, we cannot be sure that we will be let into the port at the destination. We have received too many first-hand reports from other sailors who have experienced it firsthand.

It is poison for my personal mood. It's very, very unfortunate for our plans. It is a disaster for the people here in Oranjestad.

The train left.

The train has left for a life without the new corona virus.

Corona on Friday, March 13th, 2020

Corona (not contagious)

When we left last year, Corona was just a bad beer for me. I never drank it until a few days ago, but due to the problem with the corona virus, we bought two bottles of it and drank it later. The beer really doesn't taste good. But we can say that we had corona and that our boat is now corona free.

The world keeps turning and before we crossed the Atlantic, Corona was a problem in China. China is far away. We have nothing to do with China, we were never there and therefore we had no problem with it.

Corona breeders and distributors

In the Caribbean, we read that Corona found its way onto cruise ships. A ship was quarantined in Japan. Other ships on the Caribbean islands were denied entry. Of course, this cannot happen to us, we are corona-free and have not been to China, Italy or anywhere else. We are fine, we thought.

On corresponding pages on the Internet, in particular Noonsite, we kept getting informed and then felt safe. Sailors have to go to the health check more and more often, but that's about it. Most recently, we received a picture this afternoon from friends who had to take a rapid corona test when entering Colombia. No problem, we are sailors. We don't have that.

After dinner I got a message from the Gentoo that we last saw in Portugal. They are already in Panama.

Good day Sailors, Regretfully, the Health Ministry has sent a circular yesterday, stopping all activities of pleasure boats, yachts, megayachts. No one is allow to land or move in dinky or tender boats until further notice. Currently no check in or check out of the country. Shelter bay marina is not accepting any boats to enter, neither dinky boats. No personnel from yachts are allow to come ashore. Difficult to transit without 4 handliners view they must remain on board after transit. La Playita marina, Flamengo marina and Balboa yacht club are not working. Please hold and do not head down to Panama until the scenario has change. San blas Island is not accepting tourism, border with Costa Rica also not accepting tourist. Will keep you posted in due course when scenario changes.

We are sitting here in Aruba and watching how the barriers are folded down all around us. That's not fun. We sailors are not really the risk group.

It doesn't help, it's the way it is. We stick to the local beer brand that has the right name. We can only wait and see how things develop. If we get stuck here longer, we will go back to Bonaire. There is the better supermarket. If they let us back in Bonaire.


Miles and More (part 3)

I have been putting it off for days, today I am writing down the lines. Our last Statistics contribution I wrote in Lanzarote. Since then we have had many sailing days and many miles in the wake. For example, we have more than doubled the distance covered.

Our journey is already going on 242 days. Of the newly added 64 days, we were at sea for 31 days, a whole month. During this time we sailed from Lanzarote via Tenerife, Mindelo and Barbados to St. Lucia and now we have 6324 miles in the wake. So in 31 days of sailing 3265 miles or 105 miles per day sailed.

The engine hour meter is now at 301 engine hours. Of the 70 additional engine hours, 20 were used solely for electricity production and 50 for the drive. This is due to the fact that wind and sun are unsteady companions and that it is difficult to generate enough electricity from regenerative energy sources, especially in the anchor bay when the sky is cloudy. This is the case for everyone, we have seen the machine running for every boat in the anchorage.

On the trip from Lanzarote to Barbados we produced 1500 liters of water, which is an average of 30 liters of water per day or 10 liters of water per day per person. The water has been used for drinking, washing up, showering and cleaning, just like the water from the water pipe at home. Since we are in the Caribbean, we have made 560 liters of water, which is 60 liters a day or 15 liters per person per day. We showered a lot more in the heat.

Surely you could get by with less water. But you don't have to. Why did we install the Watermaker? Exactly, for comfort! Now in the marina on St. Lucia the consumption will decrease again, we finally go ashore.

The biggest defect on our crossing is the Parasailor, which tore us down to five meters. Tomorrow the sail maker will open again, then we can finally bring it in for repair. In addition, part of the wind vane control broke, for which Peter Foerthmann will send us a free replacement in Martinique. Great service !!!

So far we have caught a fish. There is still room for improvement.

Arrived in Tenerife

After pretty much a 26 hour drive or 136 miles we arrived in Tenerife. In the last hours before the arrival, the wind unfortunately decreased a lot, otherwise we would have made the route in less than 24 hours. But we are here, in the last port before the Caribbean. If everything works as planned.

Sunrise between Lanzarote and Tenerife

The wind came from aft directions all the time, the waves too. As usual, this had the effect that Jens shared his dinner with Neptune. He actually fed everything to Neptune. I should have pulled the nice steak in myself. With good will I would have found room for it. While he slept off his seasickness, I filled him with a tomato bag soup with rice in a thermos. It stayed in there.

Tenerife in sight

During the approach, contact to the marina via VHF channel 9 was unproblematic, a marinero was waiting for us on the jetty and helped with the mooring. Our new neighbors are friendly French people, with whom I can once again practice my knowledge of their national language.

The WIFI is chargeable here. But it is also fast as a rat. It costs around € 2 a day and it's worth it. We have been able to update nautical charts within a short time, and the Hessian radio is again playing without interruptions. We are looking forward to the Eintracht game on Thursday.

Souvenirs from the Marina Rubicon: In the Marina Rubicon you have to borrow adapters for the shore power cable for a deposit of € 50; the sockets installed there are sufficient for 32A and have the large plugs. The adapters are not waterproof. That's why our shore power plug has filled with water over time. First of all here in Santa Cruz FI switch hewn out. Of course, we also stole the electricity from the friendly French in this way. Thank you, Marina Rubicon!

According to Google, the nearest supermarket is only 300 meters away, and it is not far to the city center. We will try it out.

Miles and more (part 2)

Today I open our logbook again for you readers of our blog. Since last statistics post only a month and a half have passed. It feels like a long time to us. We have experienced a lot since sines and covered many miles on the water.


We are now 178 days underway and left 718.7 nautical miles more wake, so overall 3058.7 miles (or 5659 kilometers). On the newly added 60 travel days, we were really out on 12 days, the rest of the time we were in the harbor again or - new - at anchor for a few days. This time makes 20% the days we were at sea.

Our engine hour meter is now at 231 engine hours, so there are 21 more engine hours on the clock. We have approx. From Sines to Lanzarote 65 liters of diesel burned - this is a sensational diesel consumption of almost 0.1 liters of diesel per nautical mile covered or from 4.8 liters per 100 km (so that drivers can imagine something less). Sissi only weighs as much as a small truck, it weighs 12 tons. However, we believe that this can be done even better. We want to increase the share of sailing hours even further.

Our fresh water production is running extremely well. We have had more since October 16 885 liters of water produced and consumed, so we are at a water consumption of 15 liters a day landed. We drink part of it, the rest goes for washing dishes, washing hands and cleaning Sissi. If we continue to do this, we can leave the Atlantic with a clear conscience and will have no problem harvesting enough electricity to take a shower on the pond every now and then.

There is nothing wrong with the showers in Sines, Portimao, Lagos, Puerto Calero and Rubicon. They were clean and worked just fine.

Larger defects we had no more, just minor problems. One of the blocks of the wind vane control was torn down in the middle of the night and said goodbye to the Atlantic. He followed some important screws that had already disappeared before. Fortunately, there is screw adhesive, so the new screws are now secured.

Climate killer Sissi crew

Unfortunately, we completely messed up our reasonably nice CO2 balance with a flight of around 6000 kilometers to Frankfurt and back.

We promise it won't happen again. Flying was too little fun for us.

There was no other extraordinary occurrencesthat we noted in the logbook. We hope it stays that way. May all sailing crews be safely on the way.

The reason for today's post is important to me. Now we are in the perfect position to cross the Atlantic. Even with the current weather conditions, it would be unproblematic to start immediately. In the next two weeks the weather seems to be very stable and the Passat is steady. The participants of the ARC will definitely enjoy this wind. However, we will remain in the Canaries until mid-December, a stopover in Tenerife is still planned.

Then there are only about 2700 miles to the Caribbean. Or three weeks' drive. After six months of practice, training, repairs and sightseeing, it feels gigantic. What seemed distant a few weeks ago is now at hand. We're glad. We are excited.

El Gasoleo

Jens and I discovered two years ago that we can sail well with Sissi. When we run out of wind, we have installed a great diesel engine that always brings us forward and purrs like a kitten. After a great day of sailing, we started the engine in front of the entrance to Stavoren and the kitten stopped purring in just a few seconds.

Scare the gas station attendant

The action cost us an anchor. We had to throw it out while we were fixing the engine problem. Otherwise we would have been driven to the harbor wall. The engine problem was solved relatively quickly, because with a little diesel the engine ran smoothly again. The subsequent catching up of the anchor was chaotic because the electric windlass said goodbye and the pallet pawl was torn off when cranked up manually. So the anchor and its chain only went down.

In short: we are somewhat paranoid in this regard. We used almost 80 liters of diesel on the route from Vigo to Lanzarote. That's about 800 miles or 0.1 liters of diesel per mile. With this consumption, the almost 300 liter tank capacity easily enough for the 2800 miles to Barbados.

Reserve fuel

So that we can always keep our kitten purring, we bought 100 liters of reserve diesel at the gas station around the corner and dragged it on board. The gas station attendant looked a bit stupid when we opened the trunk lid of our Seat Ibiza to fill up. The 100 liters of diesel for the small Seat are also not quite normal. He came to see if we had any problems. Of course we didn't.

Now we are fully equipped for the jump over the Atlantic. We expanded our range by at least one day thanks to the reserve diesel, and even by a day and a half in calm and calm water. It is comforting.