Six islands in six weeks–here’s what we discovered about these stunning remote Islands in the Atlantic Ocean. There’s a lot to cover but we guarantee the Azores will be on your bucket list after you read this.
As we wait for a 2-week weather window to sail from Bermuda to the Azores, tropical storm Alex debuts in Cuba. We hoist the spinnaker in 12k of wind and watch land disappear from the horizon. Next stop is Horta—1800 miles away as the crow flies, but we aren’t a crow so it will be longer.
We fell in love with the country 30 miles before making landfall. Typically just a brief stopover for boats making a trans-Atlantic voyage, Bermuda is often undiscovered by fellow cruisers. We had the luxury of a week to explore this tropical paradise.
I settle into a routine at the helm, keeping one eye on the chart plotter to avoid nearby vessels and one eye on a movie to keep me awake. By 5am, the captain takes over, I go back to bed, and eight days of hot bedding begin.
A dinghy is a critical piece of our household and everybody has a story about losing one. We were six miles from shore, seas were choppy, and the sun was bright. It would be a miracle to find the needle in this haystack of an ocean.
I’ve been searching for an underwater critter since we began this journey. It lives in the sea but is a terrible swimmer. It’s considered a fish but doesn’t have scales, a stomach, or teeth. The female of the species is in charge…
We take in a final sunset and slip under the covers before we launch into a 5-night sleepless passage. Two hours later, adrenaline turns us into night owls and we exit in the dark. Next stop Abaco…750 miles away.
January evaporated at a speed faster than my fingers could write. Now, on this last day of the month, we’re safe on Gémeaux in bouncy water too rough to snorkel or paddle board so it’s the perfect day to describe where the month went.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw it swimming fast at me. Face your danger, they always say, so I drew my legs into my chest and kicked hard. All the splashing just obscured my view so I couldn’t see the direction of his next assault.
It’s 80 miles long and only four miles wide. It’s home to the second deepest blue hole in the world and you can get married here but you’ll need proof of spinstership! That’s the short of it. Want to hear the long story?
We should have been sitting on an Italian terrace drinking Chianti, but a global pandemic tends to alter plans. We registered again for the annual Salty Dawg Rally—it was wild and unpredictable from the start.
We arrived in mainland Europe in August 2022 and have been on a fast pace to cover 1200 miles from Portugal, Spain, Corsica, and Sardinia to arrive in Sicily by October 1st. We we will leave Gémeaux for the winter while we return to CA and then resume sailing in the spring of 2023.