Summer has officially started and we still don’t have a sailboat to call our own. I won’t blame myself for not trying, though, because I really have.
International Multihull Show
Dear readers,
I’m writing to you from a café at Montpellier airport. I just got here after having spent two whole days in La Grande Motte walking through all the exciting boats at the International Multihull Boatshow.
What We Are Looking For
The quest to get the “next boat” has turned out to be slightly more challenging than I thought it would be! Due to the current and absolutely ludicrous demand for boats, the delivery time for new boats can run into years (bye-bye sailing summer 2022!), and the market for used ones, well it is both thinly populated and heftily priced.
Solo
We, the family with our dog, were all safely back in Turku. I, however, had one big task ahead of me. Sailing our boat singled-handedly back to Sweden, and to her new owners.
A Long Kiss Goodbye
After a few lovely days in Kalmar, it was finally time to start the journey back home. Sadly, this would also be the last sailing trip on our dear boat together with the whole family, Charlotte, the children, and our ship’s dog.
To Kalmar
“It will be cool to see the Öland bridge,” I said to the children. “And when we’re this close to Kalmar, I guess we should go there too?”
Was That Lightning?
We were on the move again! After a few days in Nyköping, we were now heading back out through the (slightly) tight entrance fairway that had proved a bit challenging during our nighttime arrival. It was definitely easier with the lights on.
Rise and Shine, Nyköping
After an exciting sail in the dark, we had arrived happily in Nyköping. And just in the nick of time, as it turned out! At least if looking at it from a slightly broader and more planetary point of view.
Industrial Light & Darkness
French fries! Ice cream! Clean clothes! — A Jedi cares not for these things. Not until said Jedi has spent enough nights without them, however, anchored far from urban civilization, and is forced to re-evaluate.
Ssh! It’s Bokö
We were sailing downwind out towards the open sea, slowly. And— since the wind had turned during the night— straight into annoyingly big leftover waves.