Paula helming the Atlantic. Light winds and blue sky. Crossing the line. Champagne breakafast with fried sausage, onion, eggs and toast. The daily entry in the logbook. 65 miles apart. While the wind vane did very well in steering us, it still required a lot of fiddling and adjusting. Charlotteville, Tobago, with the town's first mobile phone shop in the front. Dolphins were much bigger in Atlantic, compared to the tiny Indian Ocean ones... Sun sets at Tobago. Our Friday morning arrival ends up being at midnight. Our only lightweight sail, a 25-year-old Genoa needed several meters of stiching during the Atlantic. The SSB is dead. Why? No idea. It started working later, after I simply opened the cover and closed it again. Rain is welcome. It cools you down, provides a shower and rises the laundry. (the sheet at the back) Another rip in the old genoa. I've just spent two days stitching the bottom of it. The junk yard on the back deck of Aliisa. The dinghy must go. Since the Wind vane took its place, I've had nowhere to put it. Any cat lovers? A collection of Charlie photos... Dragging myself through the water to watch dolphins playing around the boat. This is when I saw the forest of marine life growing on the hull, explaining our lack of speed. Paula painting the Trinidad courtesy flag. Shaping the rudder for the wind vane in Cape Town. Shower in the heat of the equatorial Atlantic. Early morning shower of squid. 47 Squid in total, all landed in one hit and inked the whole deck. "I've got it". After losing parts of the wind vane in the bottom, a Saint Helena diver brings them up. Saint Helena Ascension Island anchorage. A floating hose came to visit us in Ascension. Saint Helena. Note the dry rocky look of the island from the sea, compared with the misty moist green lush interior. The Saint Helena Ferry service has blown a head gasket and we're being towed in by a local fishing boat. Saint Helena from a few different angles. Oscar, Leroy and Rosie from Saint Helena Yacht Club honoring us with a visit. 699 steps sets my 39-year-old heart pounding. Must get more excercise. Arriving to Saint Helena Paula's record Tuna The Rastafas living on the beach in Tobago are friendly and skinny. Man. Da Man only smokes ganja for lunch...