Position Midday:     N 27 56', W 17 03' Position Midnight:   N 27 49', W 16 46' Progress last 24h:    116 Nautical miles

Lise woke me, and joyfully told that the night sky was quite beautiful. However, that did not prepare me fully for the spectacular sight upon getting up into the cockpit.
Right in front of us, the moon was hanging as a sabler, supported by bright Venus below on port side. All the stars were out to play over the hazy white playground of the Milky Way, and also redish Mars stood proudly behind us. We were sailing in the wind and wave shelter of historic Gomera, from which Columbus originally set out, and every light of the island was clearly visible. The water was so calm, that even the bright stars reflected in its dark blue water. And off in the distance one could see the lights of the island Hierro, that islands which for millenia was the most Western point known to our world, and for that reason was used as the zero median since the days of Ptolomey and way into the 16th century. A whole night watch would not be enough time to imbibe such immaculate beauty. And to the tones of Beethoven's sixth symphony and Vangelis' scores, I was intoxicated by this wonder in the night sky, which I could not leave until the sunrise broke this magic spell.

When I rewoke, we were passing Tenerife, the island of my first flights destination, where I spent a week with my mother and grandmother 27 years ago. The classic vulcano cone of Pico de Teide was standing clearly, and towards the afternoon Gran Canarie and some of its massive apartment complexes became visible. We arrived at Puerto de Mugan just before sunset, where Ole "parked" his grand 34 ton yacht with the same ease as others park their bikes in a rack.

The little harbor was quite pictoresque, and once we were completely landed, we were invited for drinks on another Oyster, which in all its vast luxuries was named "The Bare Nececities"... only the English reputation for self ironi allowed for such a name! I didn't notice the impact the ocean life had had on me, until I lost sight of the horison when tying my shoelaze... suddenly I felt like the whole ground was swaying beneath me! Accostumed to the ever changing sea, the stable ground for a short while made me landsick!!! However, nothing a gin and tonic aboard The Bare Necessities couldn't fix!

Following tradition of Golden Gate (and perhaps more so Ole), recommendations for local restaurants were obtained, and upon arrival, Ole went to see the chef to ask for nothing short of the best they could produce. No menues, no wine card. Just all the best they could serve for a hungry crew of six. And though we were tired after many days at sea, we still had both energy and appetite for the many delicious courses we were served. % That night we all slept full and well - no longer out in any parts of the Atlantic Ocean.