Stepping into a different world… sailing on the Atlantic Ocean.

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…

Crossing the North Atlantic Ocean – passage from the Faroe Islands to Vestmannaeyjar.

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.