STAGE III
Closing the Circle
the Return Crossing 1998
In May of 1998 we left Turkey and began the long slow haul out of the
Mediterranean. If we were to catch the wind and currents that sailors have
used before and since Columbus' time, which would carry us along the
islands offlying Africa and down to the Caribbean at the right season
(December), we needed to arrive in Gibraltar by October or November. It
took real discipline to sail the 1800 miles west, and it took every minute
of the five months we had. The winds were head on, with the waves high and
steep, or the whole affair was zephyrless, and only the left over sloppy
seas from previous storms prevented us from motoring when we couldn't sail
in the faint breezes. We vowed that we would return only (if ever) in a
big power yacht.
I worked in a desparate race against time, often piling my gear onto the
bow as the anchor dropped close to sunset, or again at dawn, before we took
off. Since my meals were, as always, beautifully prepared and presented,
there was no real reason to hold back, and so there are a great many titles
"such-and-such place at dawn/dusk".
November found us in a lovely harbor in Porto Santo, the small island near
Madeira. We walked and talked on its beaches and hills with a group from 5
other cruising yachts, and after a short stay in Madeira, we all moved on
to the Canary Islands. The first stop was Graciosa, a peaceful place which
could be traversed in about 2 hours, and which had a small beach with
campers in tents, a small village with one tavern, and a harbor with
cruising boats and small fishing boats crammed in.
On to Lanzarotte, then to Gran Canaria. Just before Christmas we left for
the Cape Verdes. These are small Portuguese former slave colonies off of
the coast of Dakar, and while a lot of yachts en route to the Caribbean
bypass them as out of the way, we wanted to stop in. Mindelo on Sao Vicente
was our protected harbor of choice
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