Flag: France
Home port : Le Havre
IMO : 9982938
Type : Cargo
Date start of construction : 15/11/2022
Date end of construction : 02/08/2024
Sail area : 3000 m2
LOA (overall lenght) : 81,8 m
Height : 65,7 m
Capacity :
– 1000 palettes EURO (825 palettes US)
– 175 barrels
– 12 PAX (passengers)
Country : Portugal
City : Porto
Terminal : Doca 2 norte
Coordonnées : 41.191402, -8.690759
Porto, a city shaped by the Atlantic, is a historic jewel on the Portuguese coast.
Famed for its terraced hills, baroque architecture, and the deep traditions of port wine, Porto is a city where history and culture converge along the Douro River. Its maritime roots run deep, with centuries of trade shaping the city’s identity and outlook on the world.
The port of Leixões, serving the greater Porto area, is one of Portugal’s most important commercial harbors.
Strategically located just a few kilometers from the city center, it plays a key role in transatlantic trade and logistics. With modern infrastructure and a commitment to sustainability, the port is a vital connector between Europe, Africa, and the Americas. It symbolizes the fusion of heritage and progress—where the ocean meets innovation.
Country : Cuba
City : La Havane
Terminal : Quai Haiphong
Coordonnées : 23.118087, -82.346884
Havana, a city where time stands still and the sea tells stories of centuries past.
With its colorful facades, colonial architecture, and rhythm-filled streets, Havana is more than Cuba’s capital — it is the soul of the island. Overlooking the Caribbean, the city has always lived in dialogue with the ocean, drawing strength, culture, and connection from its maritime heritage.
The Port of Havana, nestled in one of the world’s most sheltered natural bays, has long been a historic gateway to the Caribbean.
Once a key hub in the Spanish colonial trade routes, the port today remains essential to Cuban commerce and identity. Though modest in size compared to global giants, it embodies resilience, history, and a deep-rooted relationship with the sea. In Havana, the port is not just infrastructure — it is memory, movement, and the promise of new encounters.
The Anemos crew is made up of 2 crews of between 7 and 9 sailors each, who rotate during a predefined sailing period. Each crew is made up of :
Still moored alongside the quay, Anemos prepares for a new chapter. The crew moves with quiet determination, making final checks, adjusting the last ropes, feeling the weight of the journey ahead.
The old stones of Porto watch silently — witness to centuries of departures and returns. Today, we add our wake to that long history.
Soon, the lines will be cast off. But for now, it’s a moment of pause, of anticipation. The Atlantic awaits.
Night is falling aboard Anemos. The horizon melts into the deep, and the last light dances on the waves. There’s a hush that only the ocean can offer — a moment suspended between sea and sky.
We’ve been sailing for two days now. The rhythm of the wind has settled in, and the crew finds its pace. The ship glides westward, steady and silent.
It’s in evenings like this that the crossing takes on its full meaning — more than a route, it’s a state of mind.
Two silhouettes, two chairs, one horizon.
On the open deck of Artemis, time slows down. The ocean stretches endlessly, and the wind tells stories older than charts. Somewhere between Porto and the Caribbean, a quiet moment shared with the sea.
Crossing the Atlantic under sail is not just about speed — it’s about reconnecting with space, silence, and scale. Out here, the world feels both vast and deeply intimate.
Somewhere in the Atlantic, a dolphin swims alongside us — effortlessly, peacefully, as if guiding Artemis through the waves.
Moments like these remind us that this journey is more than just a crossing. It’s a reconnection. With nature, with time, with the rhythm of the ocean.
Sailing cargo means slowing down — and suddenly, catching up with what matters.à
Standing on deck, facing the infinite horizon — one can only feel small, yet strangely at peace.
The sea stretches out in every direction, deep blue and alive, whispering stories older than us all. Days like these, sailing becomes more than movement; it becomes reflection.
A journey not just across the ocean, but within.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky exploded into shades of orange, red, and deep blue — a painter’s dream, a sailor’s reward.
The sails caught the last light of the day, tracing our silent progress across the open sea.
Moments like this remind us why we sail: not just for the destination, but for the wonder along the way.
The sails are full and the wind steady — we can almost feel the land ahead.
After weeks at sea, the rhythm of the voyage is in our bones. Every creak of the rig, every gust of wind carries us closer to home.
Land is not yet in sight, but the end of the crossing is near. A feeling of calm anticipation sets in.
Land ho — and what a land!
After days of ocean blue, the silhouette of Havana rises like a dream on the horizon. Colorful facades, warm air, and a scent of land welcome us back to shore.
We’ve made it — wind-powered, low-carbon, and with a crew full of stories.
The voyage ends where new encounters begin. Havana, we’re ready to tie up and unload what the sea has carried.
