Gale dodging

We rose for a cup of coffee with a Dutch couple that lived in the harbour for a while in order to climb a wall. Stroopwafels were shared. The downwind sail was gorgeous, the wraps delicious, and the bright green fjords we passed gave a beautiful scenery. On the way A&R taught us fishing and the cod we caught after one minute of lure in the water proved them to be good teachers. While Russel was leading us through a minefield, Axel debuted in gutting the fish, after which Merel took her time on fileting it. We found a stunning spot next to a seaeagle island. That asked for beer and chips. Angela’s butter and lime preperation of the cod was amazing and a classic losing game of Catan ended the day.

Waking up with clouds, a waring on the Norwegian forcast for Gale and our longing for a shower, made us decide to sail into a fjord and stay in a marina for the night. Having scared Merel with stories about fallwinds that could blow down a boats mast to the water surface, she was on edge. The strong grip on the fence and the desperate look at Russel whenever the wind only changed a degree gave it away. Nothing weird happened however. The marina was newly build and accostumed with all our needs: a sauna-boat with an in- sauna plunge and a jump of the roof for an adrenaline boost, a 24/7 unmanned shop with cinnamon buns, a tree giving out free hugs, heated toilets and a mountain to climb. The first activity resulted in a aawesome sleep.

That last activity filled our next day, waiting for the gale to pass. The walk took us through areas with dispearsed dead trees and an occasional keep calling form the top of the tree and also from the top of his lungs, head tilted backwards. A dramatic little bird. Halfway gave us a panoramic view of the mountain ranges around and for the second half Angela and axel speared up, while Merel had more trouble trusting her legs. We got to the top and sat there enjoying the cinnamon bun, the calmness and the downfall of rocks from the straight cliff down. Super straight down. That was what the Segla mountain was known for. A frenchman came up and jokingly acted as is if he fell over the ridge. Weird humor they have. Back down we longer for more cinnamon buns and coffee. And fish. So we tried fishing from the rocks. All we got was seaweed, and lots of it. Russel thought he had a big one once. But no, big bunch of seaweed. About half of the time the lure got stuck to the bottom too. After many laughs and the rod falling down on Merel and thus more laughs, we decided to try our luck at the fish factory dock. Merel was excited for Mackrel, so the fidly fish line was also brought along. No idea what it is called anymore. But it had no rod and you had to jerk it up and down. More seaweed was caught with the rod. Merel actually managed to catch a small cod with the fidly line. Too small though. When axel lost the lure of the rod, we called it a day and had amazing chili sin carne for dinner. And a game of Catan, without wins on the Dutch side.Read more