Dear Readers,

As I write these lines, the boat is struggling through a
stormy North Atlantic. Last night, the wind is on
Northeast shot and bobbing for hours in the doldrums leave, before
He then compared this morning 8 turned to the east and winds up to five
increased. Now we pin with only a few knots speed over ground
reversing the problem, for some reason seems to have a stream of
to dominate the front. The hour period was therefore alarming small: 41,4
Miles.

There is some good news: The stove we could yesterday
repair – since there is again a hot meal. We were able to
Copper pipe attached to the new boiler and it is 100 Percent dense.
However, we have to put out the gimbals and the
Cooker can now no longer in the waves, the boat moves
compensate. That makes cooking a little tricky. The stove is –
But this strike since the morning Bordklo. If the next
Weeks to grab buckets have. Slowly, I am amazed more and more, how much
on this yet so well-maintained boat, and yet after
fails to.

The time is long to me slowly. I did not at that time with Maverick
experienced such. I've enjoyed the time alone on the Atlantic, me from
and at times at home and reported everything was fine. This time everything is a
little different. I realize, I actually perhaps a
typical, I'm a cranky single-handed sailor 😉 Because this trip is coming
I do not, as then the travel, before an adventure of my life,
but rather as a long, laaaaange transfer trip.

Currently, there are many things, I think the home must. So many
important events, that happen in the coming weeks, where I like it
would. Most of all I'm still worried about my girlfriend Cati,
which is now released from hospital. It is simply not
excuse, I am just at this time out here in the
More rumtreibe … In one week, celebrating my mother a round
Birthday. Another important event, I miss. Soon after
celebrate my two best friends wedding and her many
Loss of time and now head wind makes it look worse and worse, that
then I'll be here. Blast it. I would really, really
important. At the moment there is nothing, I prefer to, as
to go ashore in Lisbon. The rough days here on the North Atlantic,
the headwind, the slow progress, the lack of sleep – and the
many, many things, I would like to experience at home, take
somehow just the fun of sailing. On such days, one wonders: Was
I'm actually here?

But let's see, Perhaps this is indeed feeling better …

Greetings from out here – mainly to home!

Your John