Arriving in Horta on the beautiful Azores island of Faial was very emotional for many different reasons. Twenty eight days at sea was our longest ocean passage and we arrived at the same port as my parents had done 46 years ago, on our family boat Mjojo. At that time, I was only 4 years old and sadly have no memories, but there are many family stories about our time here in 1970. Thanks to our new modern communication gadget (Delorme Inreach) my mother was following us at every stage of the journey and was as excited as we were on our arrival.
Peter's Bar 46 years on by JoJo
Horta on the Island of Faial, Azores, June 2016
Arriving in Horta on the beautiful Azores island of Faial was very emotional for many different reasons. Twenty eight days at sea was our longest ocean passage and we arrived at the same port as my parents had done 46 years ago, on our family boat Mjojo. At that time, I was only 4 years old and sadly have no memories, but there are many family stories about our time here in 1970. Thanks to our new modern communication gadget (Delorme Inreach) my mother was following us at every stage of the journey and was as excited as we were on our arrival.
Arriving in Horta on the beautiful Azores island of Faial was very emotional for many different reasons. Twenty eight days at sea was our longest ocean passage and we arrived at the same port as my parents had done 46 years ago, on our family boat Mjojo. At that time, I was only 4 years old and sadly have no memories, but there are many family stories about our time here in 1970. Thanks to our new modern communication gadget (Delorme Inreach) my mother was following us at every stage of the journey and was as excited as we were on our arrival.
Atlantic Crossing Antigua to Horta in the Azores by JoJo
After Antigua Classics it was time to focus
on getting ready for crossing the Atlantic back to the UK. There was a long
list of jobs to do. First of all was the
smelly task of fuel filtering. We had
already taken a sample of diesel and found a lot of dirt at the bottom of the
tank and also dead ‘diesel bug’. So with
a 12 volt pump and a wonderful filter (thanks Tim) we spent a few hours pumping
the diesel through the filter until it was clear and clean. Now we could have faith in our engine in case
we had to motor on the windless days across the Azores High. Mmm… it did not
work out quite like that.
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