The wind dies

From about noon we're motoring. A hot African sun and lazy, blue seas. The quiet sounds of wind and water. But now we've exchanged silent "Lille Per", Wind-Pilot, with the constant complaints,"zzzzzt zzzzzt-zzzzt", of the autopilot.

Today´s event: Norwegian pancakes. With strawberry jam and whipped creme! We hope... "Long-life" whipping creme and a brand-new, handy-dandy Tupperware hand-mixer are about to be tried out. The boat, rocking and rolling along, the ingredients sliding and hopping about. Success! Five pancakes each. Best supper ever!

By nightfall, at 7pm, we´ve decided to change course. Instead of Graciosa, where a lot of Norwegian boat-friends have been for a while, we'll head all the way down to the large marina, Rubicon, by Playa Blanca, on the southern tip of Lanzarote.

A quiet, but motorized night, watching the Big Dipper rise in the Northeast.