Starting on August 31st 2025 I’ll be sailing around the World in about Eleven month. come along on my adventure.
11 Months, 10 Boats, 1 Epic Ocean Race
Starting on August 31st 2025, I’ll be taking part in an epic ocean race around the world, racing alongside 9 other boats on a course that will test our limits and push us through some of the most breathtaking waters on Earth. With 8 thrilling legs and between 13 and 16 individual races, this is no ordinary race — it’s a high-speed, high-adventure challenge across the globe, with every leg bringing new obstacles, incredible land- and seascapes, and fierce competition.
Think of it as a version of the Ocean Race — minus Cape Horn, but with all the intensity, excitement, and camaraderie of the open ocean. Over the course of 11 months, we’ll battle wind, waves, and the unpredictable seas, all while experiencing some of the world’s most iconic coastlines and cultures.
You’re invited to join me on this journey — follow my progress, experience the highs and lows of life at sea, and witness what it takes to race around the world.
Let’s set sail into the unknown.
40.000 Miles Ten Boats Eleven Month
40.000 Miles Ten Boats Eleven Month
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While I can't bring you with me physically (as much as I’d love that!), you can follow every moment of the adventure through my blog or Instagram. Trust me, there will be lots of exciting updates, stunning views, and maybe even a few surprises along the way.
And hey, if you're feeling extra generous and want to help keep this journey going (and trust me, a little help goes a long way when you're on the road), here's how you can make a BIG difference:
Me, taking a look down from the 30 meter mast while anchored in Cowes on the Isle of Wight
Riding a bike in my survival Photo: Gaby Ahnert
Petra Liebetanz
My name is Petra, and I currently live in Bremen, Germany, which sounds far more romantic than it is—unless your idea of romance includes drizzle and gray sky. I share my life with my husband, Horst, and our two sons, Leonard and Laurens, whose names suggest a classical education, but who mostly excel at consuming huge amounts of food, sleeping and droping their smelly gym cloth everywhere.
I spent the first sixteen years of my life in Germany, where I learned how to be punctual and polite. Then, in a plot twist no one saw coming, my family moved to Poughkeepsie, New York. It’s a place whose name sounds like a sneeze and where I finished high school while adjusting to the horrifying abundance of high-fructose corn syrup.
From there, I studied photography in Santa Barbara, which is essentially a postcard with a college attached, and then moved to New York City, where I lived and worked until 2004—mostly surviving on bagels, ambition, and a vague sense of impending doom.
These days, I work in an office, which is ironic because I still mentally curse every time I have to open Outlook. I play field hockey like it’s a contact sport (it is, right?), and I’m always up for an adventure, which usually means dragging my family someplace they didn’t ask to go while insisting, “It’ll be fun, I promise.”