About two years ago we went to Poland to sail together for the first time. I knew nothing about sailing and this first week was rather tough on me, since I could not feel the wind and could not understand how the stupid sails work! Frustration was growing in me, since Marcin sailed before and still remembered a little. I was completely new to the whole ordeal and stressed enormously. The boat we stayed on was small and I could hardly sleep, surrounded by different and unusual sounds of the marina. At that time I thought that this is not fun at all and I could not really understand the fascination. Little did I know after this first week!
We have arrived to Mgarr marina in the early evening. Docking was straight forward and we were quickly sorted with the water and electricity and asked to come by the next day to pay for our stay. As none of us was in the mood for cooking, we have decided to have a bite in one of the restaurants nearby. By the time we sorted ourselves the hiding sun started to colour the water and the town in soft pink. Slowly everything was losing its sharpness and the lights in the marina restaurant, based on the island build in the water, started to coming up.
The sun was slowly rising and unveiling the clear blue sky. The world was calling for a morning swim, but first I have decided to have a cup of coffee. We have anchored for the night in one of the two circular bays on the east coast of Malta, leaving behind the bay near Marsaskala. The two bays were divided by a piece of land, with a naturally created window and we have decided to stay in a bigger bay – Il-Hofra L-Kibra. Amazingly for us we were left completely alone for the night, even though when we arrived a few boats were comfortably anchoring near by.
At this moment I am feeling quite happy and excited. No surprises here, as we are flying over to Malta for our sailing adventure this Friday! We will be visiting Malta, Gozo and we will be sailing across to Sicily! What else a traveler and a sailor like me would want?
Next Friday we are leaving for another sailing trip – this time for two weeks, sailing around Malata, Gozo and heading to Sicily to sail there and then back to Malta. This particular trip is very important to me, as for the first time since we have obtained our skipper licences we will be tested in our skills and knowledge. Next year plan is to charter a boat and sail as skippers – take my sister and few friends for a trip around Greece and show them how exciting and beautiful sailing is. Well, that is the plan. Although there might be one little disturbing thing for them to experience as well – the joy of seasickness!
The Faroe Islands looks like pyramids growing effortlessly out of the sea.
During the tourist season the hills are incredibly green and sharp, stinging the sky with no mercy. Countless waterfalls cut the hills, descending down rapidly, feeding the grass, helping it achieve this incredibly deep greenness.
The distance between Shetland and Faroe Islands is similar.
After two days on Shetland I was braving myself for another passage of 55 or more hours.
At this point I knew what to expect, I knew how the seasickness felt and what 4 or less hours of sleep, every 4 hours, could do to me. I knew how hard it is to keep the boat on the course, fighting against strong winds, and how not to lose my bearings when the boat and absolutely everything, including myself, is moving violently up and down, up and down, up and down… no break… up and down…
Brego’s sails are burgundy red. A little dirty burgundy red, like a good wine. Its body is dark, made of steel, with a horse head clearly visible on the sides. The boat itself is 13,44 m long and 3,91 m wide. Brego is a ketch – a sailing craft with two masts. The forward of the two masts (the “mainmast”) is larger than the after mast (the “mizzen”).
On Friday morning we were not aware that our exam for a Yachtsman Certificate will be taking place in the afternoon. I was still battling with myself whatever to try it or not, but I am not a quitter, so even though it was a hard decision I knew I would try, there was no doubt about it. A month before we went to Poland I implemented a hard learning regime at our home driving Marcin mad with asking him to read the materials we were given at least once. At the end he just gave up and was spending some evenings on reading about Theory of Sailing and Meteorology, lying quite relaxed on our bed while I was trying not to lose my head over Yacht Construction and Sailing Regulations.