March 21, 2025 | Departure!
The crew arrived yesterday on a sweaty afternoon in the Flamenco Marina, Panama. You could feel the excitement of everyone coming on board. Some old friends meeting again, some new people stepping foot on Falken for the first time. All really eager to start this journey towards the beautiful Galapagos.
After a warm introduction and the safety briefings, we ended the day with a nice dinner on shore while the sun was setting behind us.
This afternoon we left the marina after some final checks, instructions, and fueling. It was still quite hot, but the clouds appeared so the sun was not burning us alive anymore. After roughly two hours of easy sailing, we poled out the yankee—something I wasn’t yet familiar with, so that was interesting to do.
We are currently surfing goosewinged, doing around 10 knots. We just had an amazing pita with halloumi, homemade hummus, tzatziki, and avocado for dinner, made by our lovely Mary. This all with a beautiful sunset next to us—what is there more to wish for?
Kind regards,
Laura, FALKEN Apprentice, Leg 5, 2025
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