As I sank back on the bench, I had lost not only the price but also the ” Tika Roa.” But I thought it was not necessary to awaken Larston , the ship brought back on track and trösete myself with the thought in mind that here too many boats on the way were not and I would find the catamaran with Torsten from Birmingham soon. and so it was. from a trough of low I saw a faint mast light in the darkness and held it to. indeed, it was the ” Tika Roa ”.

By now it was impossible to hold only under sail the course, which is why we started the engine. A wise decision it was for a sailing amateurs like me much easier to get back to basics , if you do not also had to keep an eye on the wind. The essence of this case was to come at the right angle in the huge waves to keep the boat from capsizing. Nevertheless, it tended to side several times questionable and the moored cargo on deck threatened to dissolve.

Several torrential downpours soaked me to the bone in seconds. Both Larston and I had to move three times during the night. And so it went on until dawn. We decided to drive both tired and completely finished with the nerves , with the help of the motor directly to Grenada because the coastline was visible on the horizon like on timetable Ferry Rosslare Cherbourg.

So when we twitch motor yacht sparkled the last few miles to Grenada, He was warning calls over the radio that this was a sailing boat and no , studiously ignoring. We no longer wanted. We could not. We reached the bay of St. George in the afternoon , while the ” Tika Roa ” attempted to cross the horizon against the wind still. Without much success , as it looked. Soon as we walked into the bay , His warnings came true , and the motor gave a last gasp his spirit. we had to anchor at sea and in that moment broke Larston into tears. fatigue , decreasing tension, the fact that we had the engine put an early end and a bit of anger to Torsten , the we had both sent in weather at sea , rail broke at this moment.

I managed to calm my skipper and something we were waiting for the arrival of another boat that we still saw swim lengths through the binoculars on the horizon. It was already dark again as voice came over the radio, who apparently had good again under control. I gave through our coordinates , and with the help of light signals after a while they found us at our anchor in front of the harbor.

The reunion was joyful but short, as our captains already fell into the bunks, as we were preparing dinner. Jochen and I then recapitulated the previous night : It took 30 hours for just 90 nautical miles were in Grenada instead of Union Iceland , our fishing boats which looked like timetable Ferry Liverpool Belfast we would probably miss , but we did not care because we were on the last leg of a unique experience granted. Only one of us could make his sea legs to the test and any thought of everything that could go wrong , we repressed because we had done it.

Best atmosphere we were on our way back to our stay where we wanted to toast with a cold beer on the success stories of the day. It seemed to work perfectly: it was Monday and we would therefore still have the opportunity to see something of Trinidad before we were to set sail on Friday. Saturday or Sunday, we were switched in Carriacou and have had a few days in Martinique.