HA! “Tyra” turned out to be about 6 miles behind me… It did not respond to radio calls so I did not know it was there… and now we are both stuck in a current which allows for the maximum speed of 1 knot… great, isn’t it? But Kris and his crewmember Caroline changed their course in order to give me some fuel so that I can start the engine again and get out of the place… We had to come close together, side to side. Kris threw me a rope which I tied to a capstan, and then Caroline attached about 20 liters of diesel to the rope and pushed it all towards me… How nice of her:) Yet, both yachts rocked so much that I didn’t know whether I should look or close my eyes not to see it… The masts were so close at time that my heart was thumping like crazy… It doesn’t matter that the current decided to stop making problems just then and we could go on without a problem. What matters is the fact that you never know what is waiting ahead. Anyway, 30-35 knots at the moment, cold, cap on my head, sunset, 120 miles to go.