Tagesmeldung vom 11.04.2026

Törn 0911 | King’s Trough und Tiefseeberge
auf dem Nordatlantik

Position 49°44,5′ N|003°21,4′ W
Kurs, Speed 080 | 5kn
Etmal 110nm
Wind WSW – 7bft
Luftdruck 1010 hpa
Bedeckung 3/8
Temp (L/W) 12°C, 11°C

Heading: Where’s Home?
Author: Julius
Nautical Position: 49°44,5‘N 003°22,4‘W
Etmal: 105sm
Course: 080°
Average Speed: 5,1kn

Homecoming is what everybody thinks about, and for some of us coming home is like the light at the end of the tunnel — or in our case, the channel, the English Channel to be exact. But in the end, it’s about coming home. The thought of not being on this ship anymore is kind of weird. I started packing my stuff, and really seeing what I have lived with for the last six months is crazy to think about.

But you want to get home now, especially when you are not able to reach it yet. It is there, but not close enough to see it or actually be home. You wake up and realize there are only two weeks left, then one week—and then you really start thinking: what actually is home for me? Is it being with people you like? Is it your room back in Germany? Or did the ship not only become our temporary home for this voyage, but actually a real home?

Isn’t it crazy to think about leaving the ship, the place we lived on? Is it really just a ship, and not our ship, our place to live? Isn’t the mess hall not just a mess hall, but also our living room — while at the same time being our dining room and our game room? Is my cabin really just a cabin, or is it, between photos and memories, more than that — not just a space with no feelings, but my cabin with my memories attached to it? Is the galley just a galley, or is it also a party spot, a place of stress, and a kitchen all at the same time?

We live on our ship, our Roald. It isn’t just a “ship” — it is the ship we have lived on for six months. In a week, our stay is really over. Not just for three weeks, like in Costa Rica — for most of us, that means we will leave the ship forever. Some of us may never step foot on a sailboat like this again — but who really cares? Because would the experience be the same? No, it wouldn’t be. It can’t be.

The ship didn’t make the memories — we did. Our voyage could not be the same with other people. The memories would be different; maybe the whole mood would have changed — but we will never know. The only sure thing is our arrival in Amsterdam in exactly one week.

Grüße:
Toppsi Lotta: Liebe Grüße an die gesamte Mimimi unterm Bimini Crew. Liebe Grüße an das Kleingemüse, wisst ihr schon welche Törns ihr dieses Jahr fahrt. An FK: Danke für die Korrektur.

Nienke: Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Papa🎉

Julian: Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Sonja 🥳