The view down from Jacob's ladder on the anchorage of Jamestown. The ladder has 699 steps, each approximately 30cm high. In the local police station you can see the photos of a guy who went up on his hands, pulling his wheelchair behind him. We found it quite exhausting to walk up on our feet.
	The landing steps. Sometimes, it's quite exciting to come ashore with your own dinghi. In general, it's easier to use the ferry service.
	It is quite nice to discover the countryside of St. Helena. We were shown around by the catholic priest, friendly father John. This is a photo of Sandy bay. Note the flachs in the foreground; St. Helena had a big flachs industry which died with the introduction of synthetic fibres (the flachs stayed and has become a pest).
	Napoleon died on St. Helena. Apparently he was an unhappy tourist, but then the Brits didn't bother to ask him about his opinion. The house in which he lived is now owned by the French government.
	We had already met the russian yacht "Apostol Andrej" in Cape Town and were happy to see them again in Jamestown. During St. Helena carnival, which coincided with our stay, we had a good party together. These Russians have done some serious sailing (see www.litau.ru). On this photo, Shelly had her first encounter with Seven Feet Vodka in the Apostol's saloon.
	A historic photograph: you can see a plane flying around the island. The plane was supposed to test whether the approaches to the planned airport meet safety standards. The airport is a delicate political issue. Some people (including the government) seem to hope that it will bring tourism, business, and wealth to the island. For us, it was the moment to set sail...