It was a rather gloomy morning when we woke up on Sunday. Our weekend in Paris was coming to an end, but we enjoyed every minute of it! The Saturday was perfect for a stroll around the French capital, as the sky was blue and the sun was shining happily on us. Today the sun disappeared behind a think grey cloud and there was no hope it would show itself later on.
On a surface the ocean is empty. The water becomes greyer the further you sail. If the sky is cloudy, the dark blue of cold Atlantic dissolves. On a surface the landscape is flat. Your eyes adjust, trying to take in the emptiness and vastness of this new world, unfolding in front of you. The land slowly becomes smaller and less visible. The grass and the redness of the roofs disappear, softening on the morning sky. The ocean is opening itself, allowing you to sail through; still calm and sure you will not be able to steal its secrets.
The sense of freedom is mesmerizing…
In my humble opinion the Germans are undisputed kings of the Christmas Markets.
Their gluhwein is one of the best I have ever tasted, full of flavours and spices, helping to keep you warm on the cold winter evenings. The food they serve is simple and so good, that every time I am in Berlin my stomach is aching and full to the limits. The atmosphere is warm and the crowds do not bother me really, although sometimes it means queening to the stand serving grilled salmon.
At 12 o’clock at night you could still see as well as during an early morning, when the world is slowly waking up.
I felt like our day would never end. The night was simply not coming, stripped out of an opportunity to introduce herself. In four hours we were due to catch our flight home and after a whole day of exploring I wondered when the tiredness is going to hit me.
What is a “white lie”?
Simply put it is an action of stretching the truth to an acceptable state. Acceptable enough means having something in common with the facts. The white lie is a great marketing strategy. The borderline between the actual lie and the truth is very very thin, and the whole thing is not a lie entirely. But it is not the truth either… All depends on the interpretation really. Like with Vida Nova and Onda Nova – the wines signed by Sir Cliff Richard. Indicating by his signature that they were created at his vinery, from the grapes grew on his vineyard, and he was the sole creator of this delicious beverage. Adega do Cantor is a perfect example of using a white lie strategy as a marketing tool. Not very successfully though, as it seems that the Birch family is thinking about selling the whole estate…
My father was a sailor.
I tried to remember that when I was bent over the railings and throwing up on Brego, during our sailing trip from Bergen to Shetland. Someone was holding my legs, as I did not have much time to attach myself to the boat. No one wanted to test their sailing skills on doing MOB manoeuvre. Even though my father was sailing on huge boats, transporting containers from Europe to Africa and vice versa, he hated the seasickness, which kept coming back every time he sailed away. I thought – if he could do it I cannot give up.
When we finally reached Reykjavik, Iceland and I touched the mainland with both my feet, my joy and happiness hit the highest level possible. Marcin and I could say – we have done it!
Two complete rookies sailed from Norway to Iceland and survived.
We have experienced so much during these two weeks! The seasickness, the harsh sailing conditions, the cold, the dump, crap food and exhaustion, the 4 hours shifts, the force of the wind which did not let me steer… And we have seen incredible places, which we would never go to if it was not for this sailing trip.
The access to the port on Vestmannaeyjar is rather narrow and hidden behind black lava mountains.
When we spotted a huge cruiser slowly making its way in, all of us started wondering if it’s going to make it. I have noticed a smaller ship, guiding it in. Although the cruiser was there long before us (it looked like a big white spot and I first thought it was a hole in the rocks), with the help of a small guiding ship it made his journey to the port sailing after us, carefully manoeuvring in the slim port entrance.
To reach Vestmannaeyjar, located on the south coast of Iceland, we have sailed for 4 days and 4 nights, solid and long 92 hours.
Brego was effortlessly cutting through the sea and losing the sign of the Faroe Island with every nautical mile it swallowed. On more than one occasion I got confused, not entirely sure if it is time for breakfast or supper. The white nights became brighter and brighter, as we were heading north, towards the land of fire and ice. The only true indication was in coldness, growing during the night and easing on a day. Apart from that confusing sunset with a sun rise was easily done.