We have just passed the Ampere Seamount, an ocean mountain that rises from a depth of over 4,000 m to 56 m at the surface. According to research from the 1970s, carved stones and the beginnings of a staircase have been found there. This has given rise to the rumor that it could be the legendary Atlantis. We simply accept this and make a note in the logbook: "As expected, Atlantis passed to the south".

The ever greater proximity to the mainland is increasingly noticeable in the little things: The first contrails in the sky - we didn't see any aircraft or any traces of them on the entire crossing - and the first critters are on board, as described by the captain, but unlike mosquitoes, they are not a nuisance. Incidentally, that was one of the real highlights of the crossing, no annoying snakes and wasps.

And the experience of crossing Atlanticis something special even if you don't have to fight for the boat and your own life. The vastness, the awareness of being alone, even if you are not lonely because of the other guests and the crew, inevitably reminds you that the boat we are on is actually just as existential for our survival as our earth in the vastness of the universe. Just imagine if someone wanted to develop a business model on board that involved sawing off the mast. Everyone would call that a stupid idea. I'm sure that everyone on board would see our Earth as even more fragile than it already is.

Two more days at sea awaited us, then back to the constraints and confines of everyday life. Through no fault of our own, we were initially a very heterogeneous group, but from the very beginning we were actually very homogeneous in our dealings with each other. Every lunchtime and evening, the composition at the table was different and yet it was never silent. We all know one or two of each other's quirks, which we all regard as endearing or perhaps quirky and which will be mentioned in our memories of the trip. We were wonderfully looked after by the crew. The greatest praise goes to the cook, who surprised us again and again with the variety and taste of the dishes served at every lunch and dinner throughout the weeks. And the captain? Well, there was no situation in which his experience would have been vital, so to speak. But I wouldn't have any reservations if he had to lead the ship in such a situation.

28.04.25 Stefan from aboard the CHRONOS on the Atlantic