We did it!
27°44.80' N 015°37.31' W
October 19, 2025 | 11:00 UTC | 27°44.80' N 015°37.31' W
Land Ho! We did it! 3,206 nautical miles and 18 days since leaving Salvador, Brazil. Feels like years ago. The perception of time really is different out on the ocean. The days blend into each other as we are awake and sleep in 4-hour increments instead of ‘day and night’ as we are used to on land. And so much has happened since leaving the safe haven of Salvador.
The most significant is probably that we are no longer ten strangers but ten very good friends onboard Adrienne. Ten friends who together have conquered two oceans, and pleased King Neptune somewhere in the middle. A huge achievement by everyone onboard!
And we must not forget Adrienne. Our beautiful Adrienne who has taken us safely across the great oceans. We have done our best to make sure she has been happy, and in return she has taken such good care of us.
Personally, I always have very mixed feelings when making landfall. It’s great to approach land and to celebrate a successful passage. But at the same time, a part of me wants to go straight back out there. Out to sea. Out to the Big Blue.
Until next time!
Love ❤️
Erik | Adrienne II Skipper
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