Once we sailed off from behind the Canaries, the wind rose up and raised the wave.

A strong wind brought clouds of sand from the Sahara and the visibility fell so low

that we nearly missed the Tropic of Cancer,

but thank the GLONASS system that guided us even in such tough conditions.

The air stream was so strong that we set records in speed, each time fixing the indicators on the navigation system monitor.

The speed of 16.3 Кmph for a 30-foot sailing boat is one and a half times greater than the usual one.
We jumped up to the Cape Verde Islands, where the Republic of Cape Verde is located, like saiga antelopes at breakneck speed. The GLONASS system was running stably all way long, the signal was excellent.

The Cape Verde Islands seemed small … such a colonial style.

The aboriginals eat sea dogs – well, spurdogs, not these lovely canine creatures, of course, though, who knows…

and other strange beings.

Not to get lost, they draw maps on the walls and then barbwire the walls.
They drive Russian Zhiguli cars, which is natural,

and once they see a white woman, they deliberately turn away.

However, there still are some friendly specimens.
While a small African aboriginal boy was cleaning our anchor,

we walked along the beach

and dined at a marvelous yacht bar.

Enjoyed music

and congratulated a charming French yachtswoman who celebrated her anniversary that night.

What a celebration, indeed! We wish everyone once in their life to celebrate such a date in sound mind and health.