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Karlskrona. Thursday, 18 May 2023. Lyosha wanted to buy a pillow and headphones and have breakfast in a café. We went into town, but it seemed deserted. Germany had a public holiday for a religious festival; presumably Sweden did too. European holidays are curious: nobody leaves home and, as a rule, only the grocery shop by the station is open. Finding anything else is a stroke of luck. We were lucky: a doner shop opened at ten, and we ate there.
Gusts to 15 knots were forecast. I prepared the reefs. We cast off at eleven, stopped for fuel and added 12 litres of diesel to fill the tank. Out of town by noon.
It took an hour and a half to clear the archipelago. I hoisted the sails and set course for Hanö. We spent the next six hours close-hauled. The island appeared on the horizon from about 20 miles away, becoming more beautiful as we approached. At eight, we passed the breakwaters. To my surprise, the marina wasn’t empty for once — quite the opposite. About ten boats flew German flags. We somehow squeezed onto the end of a pier, our shore-power lead only just reaching. Arriving late left little time to explore, but the sunset views were extraordinary.
For dinner, I finished the sausage and bread, warmed in the microwave. Meanwhile, I checked the forecast on windy.com — so accurate that I’d bought a Premium subscription — marinas on navily.com and distances in navionics. Then it dawned on me. I went to tell my crewmate something important, but he was already asleep.
34 nautical miles in seven and a half hours: https://boating.page.link/EtDD61Npu4GuSsD68
#passage
Gusts to 15 knots were forecast. I prepared the reefs. We cast off at eleven, stopped for fuel and added 12 litres of diesel to fill the tank. Out of town by noon.
It took an hour and a half to clear the archipelago. I hoisted the sails and set course for Hanö. We spent the next six hours close-hauled. The island appeared on the horizon from about 20 miles away, becoming more beautiful as we approached. At eight, we passed the breakwaters. To my surprise, the marina wasn’t empty for once — quite the opposite. About ten boats flew German flags. We somehow squeezed onto the end of a pier, our shore-power lead only just reaching. Arriving late left little time to explore, but the sunset views were extraordinary.
For dinner, I finished the sausage and bread, warmed in the microwave. Meanwhile, I checked the forecast on windy.com — so accurate that I’d bought a Premium subscription — marinas on navily.com and distances in navionics. Then it dawned on me. I went to tell my crewmate something important, but he was already asleep.
34 nautical miles in seven and a half hours: https://boating.page.link/EtDD61Npu4GuSsD68
#passage
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