Log of S/Y Golden Gate, Tuesday the 28th of November 2007

Position Midday:     N 31 44', W 20 13'
Position Midnight:   N 31 23', W 22 08'
Progress last 24h:    193 Nautical miles

I woke early, and was shortly after called upon for my shift by Lise. Surprisingly, 04:00 was not too tough to get up to, when the scenery is a moonlit blue ocean, and a sky covered with stars. There I found myself, in the middle of the ocean. However, all good things come to an end, and half an hour later, the sky was overcast and it had started raining! Welcome back to reality. It was not too cold though, and armed with Darwin's "Voyage of the Beagle", I mingled watch keeping and adventure reading.
Unfortunately, the wind started dying, and after a short struggle with the sails, Andy and I gave in to the 5-knot rule... whenever below 5 knots, we use the "iron headsail", that is the engine. Towards the end of my watch, Venus rose in the Eastern horizont behind S/Y Golden Gate, heralding the morning come, and shortly after Ole appeared, ready to take over the watch. I stayed up a bit after my shift, but finally succombed to the overintake of fresh air, and went to sleep.
Unlike me, the sun rose and shone beautifully! The wind slowly shifted from North to North-East, and it was a great day for sailing. From midday to midnight we passed more than 100 nautical miles (185 km), but due to the slower night we did not manage to go 200 nautical miles in 24 houres, which has somehow become a goal. In the afternoon after lunch, I wrote log for the previous day, and as we exchanged mails over satellite with the surrounding world, I was looking forward to a confirmation of this higher level of communication. Lo and behold - Kaare confirming, that our first satellite based message had made it to the great and indeed world Wide web!
At dinner Lailani again managed to make S/Y Golden Gate the most culinary place in these parts of the Atlantic Ocean. Afterwards, first Lise, then I, and shortly after Ole went to sleep, getting ready for our successive night watches. Another good day on the Atlantic, tales of which I'll now go and dream about in my roling bunk.