Bringing her home

Bringing her home was an eight hour ride on a calm sea. That’s not how you would like to bring home a sailboat.

Per was all geared up and looking forward to a long sail back home. When we arrived at Vabø the wind was gone. I had to drive back to a gas station and get 30 liters of fuel.

On the map John pointed out the best way to sail home. His wife and their grand daughter showed up to take a last goodbye with Marie Lovise. The kid was dressed in a pirates costume for the occasion.

We used about two hours just to get past Mongstad, the oil refinery. For a very short time we thought the wind would come back, but before we managed to haul the sails it had gone again.

I was in the stern handling the tiller, while Per had one eye constantly at the chart.

We passed many places I would like to go back to. Small islands, only inhabited by sheep's. Narrow straits, small bridges, and cabins on the beaches. Beautiful sceneries.

What I remember best from this trip, is possibly the eight hours of noisy humming from the engine.

– You've bought your self a lot of worries, Per said when we finally reached Bergen and our place in the harbor.

My greatest worry right there was that I wouldn't be able to sail here for a whole week. The weather forecast wouldn't promise wind for at lest a couple of days, and then I would be off for the eZ publish conference.


Per - not so geared up any more, after hours for engine.


First night at the new pier.