~ Hitchhiking across the Atlantic Part 2 ~
01.01.2021, 20:53pm – Off to Cape Verde Part 2
It’s a new year new luck! I am writing to you from somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean on the way to Cape Verde, as crew on a new sailing ship – yes I found one – Ema. It has been some quite eventful days full of important decisions and growth since my last blog entry.
Back in the old year I got invited to spend the Christmas days with a rainbow family tribe living in Caves along the Southern Tenerifian Coastline. I had the pleasure to be hosted by one of the beloved members of the tribe that goes by the name The Pirate or Zen, because he always wears a tricorn and is full of friendly advice.
From my first arrival I felt very warmly welcomed. This has been my first encounter with rainbow family members, an association that is run and build solely by volunteers, people like you and me who arrange camping get-togethers in nature to connect through the heart. Some have mottoes, like healing weekends. They can be drug-positive and usually vegan or vegetarian (environmentally-friendly) food consumption and dumpster diving is involved.
Everyone was genuinely friendly, ready to share their presence and knowledge, a gentle multicultural ambiente… dinner with dumpster-dived food cooked above an open fire, people singing and dancing around a bonfire, swimming in the ocean and a private techno party going on behind some rocks. Wellrounded. I haven’t slept in a cave before in this life, it was a new thing for me. Since Zen had a fancy moskito canopy, it was an especially quiet night with starview and peace of mind.
Originally it was thought that I’d be joined and accompanied on a sailing cruise for several month by my at that time partner. By then we had found ourselves walking on different paths and I have chosen to continue the journey I was on by myself. However, the exact route of that journey was being clouded in a haze of several options and questionmarks about the destinations and choice of transportation.
During that same time of inner tirmoil my grandfather had fallen severely ill and the family was in a state of anxiety, consequences and uncertainties regarding travelling alongside the worldwide handling of Covid-19 were taken into consideration.
Internal confusion, yearning for home, the wish to cheer up friends and support family back in Germany, the outlook to spend New Year with new friends in Tenerife or going back to Portugal for a short revisit, topped by the seasonal possibility at hand, to continue my trip as planned across the water, following the Passage winds and discovering if sailing is really for me.
While clearing the mind on top of Tenerifes‘ amazing mountain peaks, I followed all options to see where guidance would jump in.
Finally, one day before German Christmas day, I was accepted into the all-male German-Gran Canarian crew of Ema with captain Michael.
I have to say I love the new boat, a well-maintained Beneteau Oceanis 43. Even though it is a fair deal smaller in size than the previous boat I sailed with, 55 feet Pamina, Ema definitely doesn’t rank behind in its construction features. As little as I understand about the art of building a sailing boat, I can admire the elaborative thoughts given to build this ship. From the exact angle of bending of the glass fiber seats in the cockpit to make sitting and laying down comfortable and stable during strong waves in side-bent sailing to the thought-out construction of the living space interior, the positioning of handholds and arrangement of cabins as well as storage compartments sufficient for longer cruises, everything seems fitting. Plus I learned by now that a ship smaller in size holds the benefit of supportive handholds always in close proximity while dancing through the ship along the rhythm of the waves and the wind in a rougher sailing trip.
The journey should take us nine days and satisfy all cravings of adventure.