I have just realized I have not written anything new for ages now! The date of the last post is 1 September 2017, and so much happened in our life since then! We had a great sailing trip in the third week of September last year and have passed our RYA Coastal training and got our certificates. I have found the best way to deal with my seasickness (I have written an article gathering all remedies I could find and for me personally number 5 combined with number 7 is the real deal (https://windtravelers.wordpress.com/2017/06/02/seasickness-remedies-do-they-really-work/). I have managed to cook pasta for everyone while we were slowly drifting on a Baltic Sea, so our friend could catch some cod! It was delicious!
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.
No wind was leading us towards Syracuse almost all day. Standing at the helm was getting pretty boring and I was hoping that with this lovely weather we have a chance to see few dolphins, but it was not on the cards for today. We were aiming for Saint Lucia Porto Picolo, which was very close by to the city center we wanted to explore. Besides this time we have managed to take only few clothes, so the laundry was very much due.
Sleeping in a bow cabin during our night passage from Gozo to Sicily was a sheer nightmare. The sea was restless and the boat was going up and down strongly and rapidly. To my great surprise I did not feel seasick at all. It looked like the precautions I took before our sailing trip… worked? I did feel some nausea at the start of our trip, when the sea was as calm as a lake, but not now, when I was bashed around in my bed.
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.