- Antarctica 2013/2014
- 34-day Scotia Arc
- 59-day Antarctica – S.Georgia-Atlantic Isles
- Bringing the EUROPA Home
- Ascension Island – Horta, Azores
- Horta, Azores – Amsterdam, NL
- Sailing to the South
- Amsterdam, NL - Lisbon, PT
- Lisbon, PT - Las Palmas, SP
- Las Palmas, SP - Salvador, BR
- Salvador, BR - Punta Arenas, CL
- Antarctica 2014/2015
- 24-day Antarctica Expedition
- 22-day voyage to the White Continent
- 52-day Cape to Cape Ocean crossing
- How to Book a Voyage
- Day Sails
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Sail with us
Since 1994 the barque EUROPA has roamed the seas of the world and built up the reputation of a ship that really sails. A professional crew of 14 and a complement of 48 voyage crewmembers of all ages and nationalities sail her. Tall Ships enthusiasts, some with no sailing experience, take the wheel, hoist the yards, navigate, etc. We, the crew, invite you to sail with us. Each year there are different voyages on the schedule: Antarctica expeditions, Tall Ship Adventures, Tall Ships’ races and long ocean crossings - an experience that many dream of and none will forget.
UNIQUE ANTARCTICA VOYAGE!
Once arrived on Ascension Island you can fly back home or you can also choose to prolongue your voyage on board for a voyage to Horta, Azores, crossing the equator!
CAPE HORN VOYAGE; WE DID IT!
Without using the engine during the last 3000 Miles of the voyage, we sail from 50 degrees South in the Pacific, to 50 degrees South in the South Atlantic, around Cape Horn.
Latest update: 03 Dec 2013, we crossed the 50 degrees South in the South Atlantic, we did it!
So few, so many, so varied. Aboard ship, in the middle of these vast waters, sounds are often the only change we know.
Sails snapping in the winds as the air moves across the waters.
The groan of the helm wheel as the crew maintains the new course.
The wind whistling through the rigging as the ship flies through the water.
The lap of a wave as we surge through this beautiful expanse of ocean.
The thud of a “monster” wave banging against the hull as I quietly sleep on the other side.
The gurgle of water sliding past my bunk on calmer evenings.
The hum of the water pump motors signalling me that someone, somewhere, is taking a shower.
The clangs and bangs of pots and pans in the galley – we’ll eat well again tonight!
The hello’s and “Good Morning” of fellow crew, passing in the hall.
Quiet and sometimes louder music resounding in the Deck House as we spend our time waiting and resting between work shifts.
Conversations in English, Dutch, French, and German in corners spread throughout the ship.
The clank of glass as a drink slides across the table and ends up on the floor.
The rush of water surging forward from the bow as the ship slides through the seas.
The whirl of an electric saw as the crew builds a new pinrail for the ship.
The brisk low voice of Fruitbat giving yet another tutorial class.
The ping of hail hitting the deck during a squall.
The plop of raindrops on our “foulies”, as we stand quietly on Lookout duty.
The clinking of glasses, the happy cheers and good wishes as we pass the official marker that we have passed “The Horn”.
Diana Gibson - Voyage Crew
The last ship we passed on the South Pacific Ocean was a fishing trawler near Chatham Island, three weeks and 4000 nautical miles ago. Since then we did not encounter any man made device - no cargo ship, no fisherman, no yacht, not a single airplane, nothing; maybe one or two distant satellites in the occasional clear night sky.
Our visual horizon from the poop deck is of course limited to five miles, but the wider range of our radar screen or the AIS also remained blank. Oosterschelde and Tecla were there, but soon out of sight. We doubt if there were any other ships on this unusual track.
This barren ocean is almost empty. We spotted very few whales and a few dolphins and that was it. The not too many ever flying seabirds - the petrels, sheerwaters and albatrosses - desperately looking for food, left us sometimes as well. Occasionally some kelp floated by. But no jetsam or flotsam, nothing. The ocean is gray but clean.
An old Cape Horn sailor’s wisdom is: Below 40 South there is no law. Below 50 South there is no God. Maybe so, but when some times the fifty shades of gray made room for the sun, fifty shades of blue appeared, ranging from the dark navy blue from the depth of the ocean to the turquoise green of the backlit wave crests.
The heartless immensity of this ocean with this unique swell is fascinating, always the same, always different.
Roll on ocean, roll on.
Dick van Gelder - Voyage crew
At 9:22pm or 01:22 UTC time on Nov 29th, 2013 we crossed the Cape Horn latitude of 67Deg 15.5W after 727 hours and 4997nm.
It was a truly magical moment; as the day wore on we were all looking out to where the Horn may lie in dismay as the visibility was pretty poor. It was almost impossible to think that we could cross the Horn with a calm sea that we had for most of the day. Many of us looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and some even exclaimed "Hmmmpf, those stories were a load of exaggerations! This sea is nothing to worry about!".
All of that changed fairly quickly just before dinner, as our time and miles started to count down towards the crossing. We would get the updates of how many nautical miles until we crossed, and the excitement was buzzing in the air! There was talk as to who the winner would be, as we had all put in our guesses, and it was down to the final two: Mike or Paddy. As we were getting closer, the feeling of anticipation and excitement grew. I thought it felt a bit like New Years as we all watched the clock tick down, but in this case it was the announcements of miles dwindling ever so slowly. Many of us gathered in the Deck House and the feeling was quite festive, some even brought special extras like facepaint and wigs!
As the countdown increased so did the waves and swell. Some rough weather was greeting us as we came round the Horn, and at 0.9nm we all rushed out on deck with many gathering on the sides peering out into the darkness, fog and light rain to try and grab a small glimpse of the Horn.. "Can you see it? is that it? I cant see anything!" And then the Horn from the Ship announced us crossing the Horn and we all cheered!
We had people taking pictures, kissing, and hugging, and cheering as this was our pinnacle moment! One guest even pulled out a Cigar and lit it on deck all the while the permanent crew started rushing about to deal with the ever increasing weather. We all had a small shot of alcohol to seal the deal and the party in the Deckhouse lasted till the wee hours of the morning.
It was glorious, and amazing, and now on to finish the final part of our Cape Horn achievement:
Heading to the 50 Degree latitude line, here we come!
Juanita "Jay" McGarrigle - Permanent Crew
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