Reader note: You might be curious to know how we suddenly went from blogging recently in Madeira to blogging in the Caribbean. Worry not, you did not fall off of our new blog reminder emails! I’m afraid preparing and recovering from an ocean passage got in the way. And the rules for chronological story-telling have been broken, eh gads! I am no Erik Larson, but I do understand the benefit of time and context shifting when telling a story, so here goes…
Normally, embarking on a two night passage in the open Atlantic would have induced great quantities of fear in our souls and prompted a considerable amount of planning. But after our eleven day crossing from Ireland to Madeira, our next hop to the Canary Islands didn’t seem very daunting. Perhaps it should have, but in the moment, it seemed like only slightly more risky than a walk across a busy New York City street.
Our destination was the northern Canary island of Lanzarote. It was a bit of a zig-zag itinerary, as, after heading southeast we would then turn southwest to get to Las Palmas on the island of Grand Canaria, ground zero of the ARC+ rally.
