In the darkness of last night we arrived, all unplanned, to Porto Santo, a baby brother of Madeira. We decided to come here for refueling, recovering and waiting for winds. After patient waiting of suitable winds for two weeks in Lisbon, we finally started crossing towards the Canary islands last Thursday. After two days of wind, the calms hit us resulting in fair amount of motoring (pooring and hurts the ears). It's amazing how the sea actually can be completely dead calm with almost no waves 300 miles offshore! We also learned that anchoring in sewage water (which we did in Lisbon) can be stubid and result in stomach sicknesses wich while far offshore can be problematic. While Sanja was skippering the bucket, Philipp and our visiting yach master Vit navigated us to this lonely island. Funny but all of us sleep better in a moving boat these days, than in a calm marina, therefore the trip continues to Teneriff already tomorrow.
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| The red spot, thats is Kiwi |
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