May 07 2008
Maria in København (Copenhagen)
Dear Friends,
Thanks for the e-mail. It was fun reading it.
Love, Maria
May 07 2008
Dear Friends,
Thanks for the e-mail. It was fun reading it.
Love, Maria
May 07 2008
Hello Friends,
We also went up the Rundetorm, a tower with a cobblestone street spiraling up around a column. From the top we could see the whole city. When Mzria, Karla and I went down, we ran and ran and ran all the way to the bottom. Most of the streets in
In a few days we will be in
May 07 2008
Godday (Hi) Friends,
We are in
We have not been fishing yet and there are no man eating sharks in the Baltic because it is not salty enough. The only wild animals we have seen are birds but we have seen lots of them. There are ducks and seagulls in the canals and there are a lot of pigeons in the street. When you live on a boat it is very hard you have to go up stairs to get outside. The floor space in cabins with berths is about five square feet. I am sharing a berth with my sister Maria right now. Since there are three cabins on the boat, my sisters and I will take turns having our own cabins. We have school at the same table at which we eat. I have been learning a lot of German in school. I am also doing a typing program called KAZ. One scary thing is when there are huge waves and the boat tips over 20 degrees. I have not touched anything slimy.
Fra (from) Karla
Apr 22 2008
We’re quickly learning about Danish fishing Harbors. We’re used to the East Coast approach to harbor building: find a navigable river or stream, dredge it out a bit if need be, and sprinkle it with marinas and moorings. Lots of room and shelter from the wind. Not so in these parts. Often the only shelter is an artificial harbor, so we haven’t anchored as often as we did Down East. These tiny harbors are rings of stone and riprap, set out from the shore a bit into deeper water and connected to dry land via a causeway. Space is at a premium, boats are small, and the fishermen know how to handle their boats, hence the docks and pilings are packed in tightly.
This is a good time to talk about the favored Baltic mooring method: “The Box”. Start with a long wooden dock or stone quay, and parallel to that set a line of pilings a boat length away and a boat width apart. The idea is to squeeze your boat in between two of the pilings, then nose up to the dock. Two lines hold the stern to the pilings, and two more hold the bow to the dock. You board the boat by crawling over the anchor and the bow pulpit. The upside of this is that you can fit more boats in than if there were finger piers between all of the boats. The downside is that most of the boxes are only 3.5 to 4 meters wide (the distance between the pilings). Happy Wanderer is 4.2 meters wide, and therefore won’t fit into most of the boxes. So far this has not been a problem: it’s early in the season and we can usually find a quay to lie alongside.
Case in point is our visit to Onsevig Havn, a tiny harbor surrounded by wind turbines (Yes, we’re also learning that the wind turbines are located where it’s windiest…). When we left Bagenkop, we close-reached all afternoon and anchored for the night in the lee of an island near Nakskov. Early the next day, we set out for Onsevig in brisk winds. The wind and chop picked up as we rounded Lolland into the Smålands Farvandet, the shallow sound between Lolland and
The nice thing about harbors in a place without much tidal range is that the seawalls aren’t that high. We were able to sneak up to the entrance and peek inside. Not good. What little quay there was had fishing boats tied up to it, and the boxes were way too small. There was almost no space to turn around: if we went in, we had to stay in. To top it off, the wind was quartering across the entrance, trying to blow us back out and sideways into the seawall at the same time. This meant that we would have to motor in at a brisk clip to avoid fetching up against the seawall. The only logical spot was just inside the entrance, practically hanging outside. We wouldn’t have to risk turning around in the harbor, and we’d be sheltered there.Plan in place, we motored back out into the bay, set up all of our lines and fenders (big rubber beach balls that we hang over the side to protect the boat from damage), and took a deep breath. Then in we went at 3/4 throttle, full reverse once inside to slow us down, and let the wind surge us up against the quay. We bounced harmlessly on the five fenders, and the wind clamped Happy Wanderer against the rough concrete of the quay while we trussed her in place with doubled dock lines.Deep breath all around.
Not a soul in sight, just the wind to keep us company.