Vi er i Tromsø, siste planlagte stopp før Kirkenes.
We're in Tromsø, our last scheduled stop before we're home in Kirkenes, by the russian border. We still have a little more than 350 miles left. ... about 1,5% of the total distance of the journey, and we have until the 5th of August to do it, shouldn't be a problem.
Soon the journey will be over, and we'll have to readjust to a landbound life ...
We'll try to get some pictures uploaded before we get home, so you all can see our beautiful country. Until then; ciao!
onsdag 28. juli 2010
fredag 2. juli 2010
In Norway, at last
We´re in Norway, yeah, but not quite home yet!
Sorry for not updating the blog whatsoever lately. Guess the sheer joy of being somewhere we can´t talk norwegian behind peoples backs without them understanding has got to us and made us forget to blog. ...Or maybe it´s finally being in a country that´s both expensive, cold and unfriendly and full of rules that makes us rejoice and forget to update? But for everything else it´s our country, and it´s a beautiful place, one of the nicest ones we´ve ever sailed! ...and people are not so bad when, when you just get to know them, or they´ve had a few drinks.
Well, allright: We´re "home" in Norway, but that doesn´t mean we´re quite home yet. As some of you might know, we´re from the north of Norway, and that´s where we´re going. Norway has a coastline more than 1000 miles long, and we´re from the very end of it. Check out a map. See where the Norwegian/Russian-border is? That´s where we´re going. We´re planning to be there by the beginning of August. Hopefully we´ll find time to blog a bit between all the visits to friends and family along the coast. ...and pictures: we´re not taking much pictures these days, god knows why since this place is so nice, but we´ll take some to post for you guys.
Enjoy your July!
mandag 21. juni 2010
Bay of Biscuit
We've crossed the Bay of Biscay. It was nice. The weather was good. Just like that.
That could be all of it, but sorry peeps, I'm unable to be as concise as that, and will in the below go into petty detail, boring you out of your minds.
After the little incident of the Party-Portuguese (oh, by the way, we never used this info, but apparantly if you go to Lisbon you can go to the main street of the old town, past the church, the second door will be half open and you'll see a girl in there. Tell the girl you want to go up the elevator, if she tells you there is no elevator, go home and put on some other clothes, try again. In the elevator tell the operator that you wanna go all the way. Don't forget to say the secret codeword "Silk", and voilá: your at the most secret, coolest club in Lisbon. So the party-portuguese said anyway, if you try it, please tell us what it was like. Info courtesy of the Party-Portuguese)
Okay, so after the crazy portuguese we were joined by Martin. Martin had decided to join us to work at his tan, which wasn't such a bad idea, as we would also like to tan hard for our imminent arrival home. Also we had read the book and watched the movie "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and realised that we needed a lawyer for support and guidance, Martin would be that man. 
So we started out from Cascais, Portugal and went up to Camariñas, Spain, a four day journey. We had some good tanning going up there, but not much wind so we did a fair bit of motoring. That was all right, first things first; vanity, then progress and diesel-economics. Camariñas is situated just before the Bay of Biscay, which is extremely convenient. The weather in The Bay can be pretty bad, so it makes sence to stop and get some rest and decent weather reports before going in. We found everything we wanted here: Beer and internet. 
We failed miserably reading the weather reports before going. We thought that the big high-pressure moving in would mean we'd get some excellent tanning in, but hey; it was bloody overcast the whole way. Poor Martin hardly got a speck of color in, even though he stuck strictly to his motto of "tan while you can" and sought out every opportunity to rip of most of his clothes to catch some rays whenever the cloudcover was slightly thin. On the not-so-important upside we had excellent winds and were doing more than six knots lots of the time. 
As we closed in on France and our destination of choice; Aber Wrach we got boarded by customs. Yup, for the first time ever on the journey we actually got boarded in open water. The guys were courteous and polite enough (all six of them, interesting how they all fit on board.) They stayed for about 90 minutes ripping the boat apart, dismantling equipment to look for hidden drugs, taking out drawers to look beneath them and generally creating havoc. At the end of their searching-spree they were content that they had been pretty much anywhere without finding anything of interest to the french police or tax-authorities. As an afterthought one of the guys asked whether we had any perfume. Opening the toilet-door to show the guy our common, half-empty bottle of aftershave I noticed the look of amazement on his face. It wasn't until later we realised that after 90 minutes of meticulous searching (they checked inside the battery-compartments of our torches and inside our wallets) they had failed to find the toilet which takes up roughly one sixth of the inside floorspace of the boat. 
After that we went to Aber Wrach for weather-reports and some rest time. If you ever go to Aber Wrach you'll see that it's the kind of cosy place best suited for walking with your boy-/girlfriend fully dressed in warm clothes along windy, ice-cold beaches waiting for summer to come. All year round.
That could be all of it, but sorry peeps, I'm unable to be as concise as that, and will in the below go into petty detail, boring you out of your minds.
After the little incident of the Party-Portuguese (oh, by the way, we never used this info, but apparantly if you go to Lisbon you can go to the main street of the old town, past the church, the second door will be half open and you'll see a girl in there. Tell the girl you want to go up the elevator, if she tells you there is no elevator, go home and put on some other clothes, try again. In the elevator tell the operator that you wanna go all the way. Don't forget to say the secret codeword "Silk", and voilá: your at the most secret, coolest club in Lisbon. So the party-portuguese said anyway, if you try it, please tell us what it was like. Info courtesy of the Party-Portuguese)
Okay, so after the crazy portuguese we were joined by Martin. Martin had decided to join us to work at his tan, which wasn't such a bad idea, as we would also like to tan hard for our imminent arrival home. Also we had read the book and watched the movie "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and realised that we needed a lawyer for support and guidance, Martin would be that man. So we started out from Cascais, Portugal and went up to Camariñas, Spain, a four day journey. We had some good tanning going up there, but not much wind so we did a fair bit of motoring. That was all right, first things first; vanity, then progress and diesel-economics. Camariñas is situated just before the Bay of Biscay, which is extremely convenient. The weather in The Bay can be pretty bad, so it makes sence to stop and get some rest and decent weather reports before going in. We found everything we wanted here: Beer and internet. We failed miserably reading the weather reports before going. We thought that the big high-pressure moving in would mean we'd get some excellent tanning in, but hey; it was bloody overcast the whole way. Poor Martin hardly got a speck of color in, even though he stuck strictly to his motto of "tan while you can" and sought out every opportunity to rip of most of his clothes to catch some rays whenever the cloudcover was slightly thin. On the not-so-important upside we had excellent winds and were doing more than six knots lots of the time. As we closed in on France and our destination of choice; Aber Wrach we got boarded by customs. Yup, for the first time ever on the journey we actually got boarded in open water. The guys were courteous and polite enough (all six of them, interesting how they all fit on board.) They stayed for about 90 minutes ripping the boat apart, dismantling equipment to look for hidden drugs, taking out drawers to look beneath them and generally creating havoc. At the end of their searching-spree they were content that they had been pretty much anywhere without finding anything of interest to the french police or tax-authorities. As an afterthought one of the guys asked whether we had any perfume. Opening the toilet-door to show the guy our common, half-empty bottle of aftershave I noticed the look of amazement on his face. It wasn't until later we realised that after 90 minutes of meticulous searching (they checked inside the battery-compartments of our torches and inside our wallets) they had failed to find the toilet which takes up roughly one sixth of the inside floorspace of the boat. After that we went to Aber Wrach for weather-reports and some rest time. If you ever go to Aber Wrach you'll see that it's the kind of cosy place best suited for walking with your boy-/girlfriend fully dressed in warm clothes along windy, ice-cold beaches waiting for summer to come. All year round.
tirsdag 15. juni 2010
Check-in/OK message from Øyvind på Tur SPOT Messenger
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Latitude:58.11277
Longitude:9.4956
GPS location Date/Time:06/16/2010 02:56:30 GMT
Latitude:58.11277
Longitude:9.4956
GPS location Date/Time:06/16/2010 02:56:30 GMT
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søndag 13. juni 2010
In Denmark, Norway next stop!
All right, sorry for the complete lack of updates lately, will come! Anyway, we're in Denmark and about to leave in one hour. Norway next stop, only 300 miles to go! ....and then one summer and 1600 miles of beautiful norwegian coastline!
fredag 4. juni 2010
Home sooooon!
Ohbecheesez! We're in France, more about that some other time, right now we're about to leave for Denmark, unless the weather decides otherwise. More importantly though, we wanna meet all our friends when we reach Oslo. We estimate we'll be there the 19th. June, perhaps a week later, who knows. Anyway we hope to see you there if you're in Oslo, or can come to the place. There's an event out on Facebook, if you're not on FB and want (the as of now; non-existent - ) details, drop us an E-mail.
Gotta run, got a 6 hour favourable current to catch a few miles up the English Channel.
Gotta run, got a 6 hour favourable current to catch a few miles up the English Channel.
onsdag 26. mai 2010
Taste of the Atlantic and Meet the Portuguese
Having left Gibraltar on a decent weatherwindow we gunned it up the Algarve-coast until we hit gale-force head-on winds whereupon we immediately found shelter in the marina of the small town Barbate, right before Cape Trafalgar. We checked in at the office and paid our bill, promising to bring over our forgotten, yet non-existing insurance-papers in the afternoon.
Thirty hours later we hit the Atlantic again, enjoying a series of high-pressures over most of south-west Europe, and a few days later we could finally anchor in Portugal having sailed most of the way. A relief after having had one (1) day without motoring for a month-and-a-half through the mediterranean.
Our mission in Cascais, Portugal was 1: Wait for Martin to come join our jolly cruise. 2: Nothing. Acomplishing objective 2 shortly after arriving we settled down to wait a day for Martin. However the waiting was interrupted by a visit by The Jolly Portuguese Fellas. The Jolly Portuguese Fellas had taken their sailboat a half-miles way out of the marina and where motoring up and down the beach enjoying beverages previously aquired by a volunteer Portuguese Fella swimming ashore to buy a sackful of said goods at the closest bar and swimming back. Jolly Portuguese fellas normally don't carry a dinghy since the boat spends its time tied up in a marina or motoring back and forth right outside the playa.
Now The Jolly Portuguese Fellas were getting hungry and wanted to send for some marinated snails. Since the swimmability of marinated snails and other tapas are rather limited and the volunteer Fella no longer volunteered they wanted to borrow our dinghy. No worries. Thirty minutes later they returned with dinghy, beer, wine and snails, promptly tied up alongside us and commenced stuffing their shoppings down us. After running out of beer and wine we managed to cough up a bottle of our best vodka so the get-together could go on. The Pessblaut-boys sincerely enjoyed this little gathering with the Portuguese General Manager of one of the largest internet-poker companies worldwide, the unofficial "King" of the local marina, the most expensive one in Portugal, and some "special police"-guy with a look that would scare the Hulk green in broad daylight. Hold on; the Hulk IS green?! They've probably already met...
The party took a turn for mainland, and ended up with Yours Trulies being showered with drinks in the local bars (after having had the doorman clear away some people from our desired table), according to a somewhat patchy memory. Probably lots of fun. Somehow Øyvind must have felt the urge to refinance his funds towards the end of the night, since he asked some of the guys if they knew of a place a guy could "fight for cash". He was promptly directed to some obscure garage-building by the seedy part of the waterfront. Somehow either his bravery, bravado or breadwinning desires disappeared at some point and he woke up the next morning with an intact face, yet penniless.
Next evening we dodged the Fellas, hoping to be able to receive Martin and remember it. We managed, and were pleased to discover his lack of tan as we have previously been unpleasantly surprised by our guests being more tanned than us. Anyway, he'll probably rectify that in the couple of weeks he'll spend with us. Wellwell, next day, the 21.st of May we took off up the coast, and that's what we're doing as of now: taking off up the coast. We'll stop somewhere before the infamous Bay of Biscay to check the weather and post this rubbish. So, catch ya'll later!
Thirty hours later we hit the Atlantic again, enjoying a series of high-pressures over most of south-west Europe, and a few days later we could finally anchor in Portugal having sailed most of the way. A relief after having had one (1) day without motoring for a month-and-a-half through the mediterranean.
Our mission in Cascais, Portugal was 1: Wait for Martin to come join our jolly cruise. 2: Nothing. Acomplishing objective 2 shortly after arriving we settled down to wait a day for Martin. However the waiting was interrupted by a visit by The Jolly Portuguese Fellas. The Jolly Portuguese Fellas had taken their sailboat a half-miles way out of the marina and where motoring up and down the beach enjoying beverages previously aquired by a volunteer Portuguese Fella swimming ashore to buy a sackful of said goods at the closest bar and swimming back. Jolly Portuguese fellas normally don't carry a dinghy since the boat spends its time tied up in a marina or motoring back and forth right outside the playa.Now The Jolly Portuguese Fellas were getting hungry and wanted to send for some marinated snails. Since the swimmability of marinated snails and other tapas are rather limited and the volunteer Fella no longer volunteered they wanted to borrow our dinghy. No worries. Thirty minutes later they returned with dinghy, beer, wine and snails, promptly tied up alongside us and commenced stuffing their shoppings down us. After running out of beer and wine we managed to cough up a bottle of our best vodka so the get-together could go on. The Pessblaut-boys sincerely enjoyed this little gathering with the Portuguese General Manager of one of the largest internet-poker companies worldwide, the unofficial "King" of the local marina, the most expensive one in Portugal, and some "special police"-guy with a look that would scare the Hulk green in broad daylight. Hold on; the Hulk IS green?! They've probably already met...
The party took a turn for mainland, and ended up with Yours Trulies being showered with drinks in the local bars (after having had the doorman clear away some people from our desired table), according to a somewhat patchy memory. Probably lots of fun. Somehow Øyvind must have felt the urge to refinance his funds towards the end of the night, since he asked some of the guys if they knew of a place a guy could "fight for cash". He was promptly directed to some obscure garage-building by the seedy part of the waterfront. Somehow either his bravery, bravado or breadwinning desires disappeared at some point and he woke up the next morning with an intact face, yet penniless.
Next evening we dodged the Fellas, hoping to be able to receive Martin and remember it. We managed, and were pleased to discover his lack of tan as we have previously been unpleasantly surprised by our guests being more tanned than us. Anyway, he'll probably rectify that in the couple of weeks he'll spend with us. Wellwell, next day, the 21.st of May we took off up the coast, and that's what we're doing as of now: taking off up the coast. We'll stop somewhere before the infamous Bay of Biscay to check the weather and post this rubbish. So, catch ya'll later!
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