Ready, set... GO!

Horn blasts and dinghy-boat escort from "Snorre" sends us out of the Marina at 8:30am. Off and running. And joining the long line of boats leaving the lagoon through the raised bridge at 9am. We're leaving the Caribbean behind. Sailing East and North. The other sailboats evaporate. They're day-sailors to St. Barts. We're soon alone with a pair of Brown Noddies skimming the waves. The pointy volcanic islands sinking slowly into our wake.

Then the wind dies. Hmm, "Day One". How much diesel do we have? No choice, we motor along at 3, 4 knots. All Day. Hot sun, no shade . The skinny solar-panel shadow is an expensive box seat today.
Relief comes as the sun relaxes its grip, about 5pm. Now let's try out some of that vacuum-packed beef! Cpt.Ørnulf makes "The Boys' Dinner": steaks, onions, mushrooms and fried potato-boats. As first mate, Shannon, sneaks some garlic, herbs and red wine into the sauce. Don't tell!

The night brings wind. We're sailing again, about 6kns. all night. After 9hrs. of diesel-gobbling motoring.