trip to shetland - farøer -iceland 2002
logbook s/y momo 2002
 | here is a map of some of the trip, the map doesn't show all the way to iceland (in case some of my american visitors wonder where it is). i sailed along the stippled line after the farøer with s/y windfall. |
 | I cannot really take much credit for sailing to iceland, i didn't steer. buddha, as my windpilot is called, did that slavejob for me while i slept through most of the way, only getting up to eat more ... |
 | we left grimstad on the 28th of may. this was about a week later in shetland, in the idyllic little bay of hamna voe. the first day with sunshine and birdtwitter. |
 | pete was my crew from norway to the farøer. having been in the tropics for the last year or two, this trip came as a shock to him, but he was a hard fighter. unfortunately he couldn't make it all the way, his mother got sick and he had to return to germany from thorshavn. |
 | the first impression of the farøer. the pilotbook of british admirality says somehing like 'when you approche the faroese you will probably be encountered with hazardous wheatherconditions'. this picture shows the islands from the south in mild summerwheather. but i must say, when the sun smiles over these little isolated islands, your heart cannot but smile with her. |
 | i had no heating on board (exept the neverworking wellhated refleks-oven), and i froze a good deal this summer. but look at these cliffs, formed by the constant milling of the meetingpoint of the golf- and the northatlantic stream! fog is a frequent condition, and the longing for a radar was considerable at times. |
 | i was sailing as crew on the thorshavn based s/s nordlys while i was there. pj, the skipper, showed me wonderfull passages through the island, and grottas which i otherwise never would have discovered. on board there i discovered my love for dried fish. |
 | a tranquille night. many of the houses in thorshavn are still covered with grass roofs, insolating them(the heaters go all year round). the town center is not so far behind these buildings, but it lies in the fog. on the right a typical faroese dragonboat can be seen, i think 80 % of the baots there are built like that still today. |
 | randi showed me some of the fine sides of the island. here she took me to a festival the people made on the beach. i do not remember what she called it, but well over a hundred people were singing a slow song, while they held hands and danced around a big bunfire until late night. |
 | rowing is the nationalsport of the faroese. every island and every village has their team, and every evening they train, when the wheather permits it. The picture shows an 8-man boat, they have also 4,6 and 10. The two first men on this picture are lying back after the sprint they just made. note the rows of dragon boars in the back, they are identical to the rowboat, only with a house and an engine. |
 | the wheatherforecast would not have me sail to iceland right now, but the bigger and faster s/y windfall went, and i hopped as crew on board. This picture shows our landfall in stødvardsfjordur on the east coast, only two hours before a full storm was there (and stayed for two days). after three days i took the next ferry back to thorshavn. |
 | when we landed, the family of the skipper welcomed us with flowers, and at home they served cooked sheephead as a delacatesse. well ment, but this didn't look right. i tasted for politness sake, and it was so good, that i ate a whole head or two! |
 | making my back to norway alone, buddha steers and i lie in the bunk down below and read about cooks vouages. adventures happen in the head. |