I am back where it all started

 

Sailing are being replaced with motor

 

You could count the start the finish- line of leg nine in VolvoOceanRace, witch was the first time I met Dave, or you could count it two weeks ago when I boarded Artemis the Grand Soleil 43 and waved god bye to my parents and my brother, sailed out from Sandhamn and begun my adventure.

 

The flight home, to all you at the pub union jack in London where I know you crossed you fingers for my flight home. And you can have a laugh. As they did construction on the subway line I live on I had to go a bit of a back and forth in the undergroundsystem to reach Heathrow, but I finally did and also in time : ) but I could have taken it much more easy as the plane were an hour and a half delayed… more coffee to me. I got home safe though. Came to a lovely dinner at my sisters and then I packed my apartement down. The musical Chicago were on TV and to the tunes of it i stayed up all night taking down pictures and art from the walls, throwing clothes, shoes and bags into paltic bags some to throw away and others to store in the basement or to bring with me to Sandhamn. Or well almost, I had it all in different places on the floor until seven eleven opened and I could ask for huge plasticbags. When my grandpa and his wife came and picked me up at 10 00 I had just ran down with the last stuffs to the basement. They just looked at me, amazed over the collection of things I were to put into their car and bring with me out to Sandhamn, bur we put it all in. oh yes, they did laugh at me when I brought it all on to the boat. I have rented out my apartement, a friend to a friend moved in Monday and I are to be at Sandhamn for three months to clear my mind and maybe find out what next to do in life.

 

What a day !

You win some and you loose some, that is the theme of my day in London.

Yesterday me and Benny did the only thing you according to the local people can do in Ramsgate: We got pissed plying pool. Had a beer to lunch and then I don’t really know when we called it a night. I wouldn’t recommend anyone to go to bed drunk on a boat, wake up to early in the morning just to realise that you have to hand over the reeling and throw-up, go back down and gather you stuffs together, get of the boat and try to get a cab, this part fall under good things, a harbour officer were early to work and opened up for me and called me a cab. In that way I got right in time to catch the 0711 train to London Bridge. I sat on the train with my coke and after an hour and a half I realise that this was not the fast train as the man back at the ticket stand at Ramsgate told me, instead it was three-hour train. I couldn’t hold back so I ran in the toilet and like a 14 year old girl I puked, a Friday morning, that was probably good though as people actually felt sorry for me, probably didn’t thought that I looked like someone who got blasted last night. Arriving almost two hors later than planned I started to find my hotel. When I got there I couldn’t check in until three, I knew that but what I didn’t know were that I couldn’t either leave my bags if I don’t pay up 10 pound as a early check-in. I would have if I had had time to shower and get ready but I was in an extreme hurry to get to the Swedish embassy before 1100, time was now 10.30. So I got the reception to call me a cab, while standing on the sidewalk a few guys were arranging the sidewalk tables at the restaurant next door, I asked them if I could leave my bags with them for a few hours, of course he said no problem, I took my computer out and then left it to him to get into the cab. The driver took me to British museum, convinced that the embassy were located behind there, he took a wrong turn and about ten to 1100 he dropped me off, telling me to go around the corner, I paid 10 pounds and got off. I ran around the corner just to realize I couldn’t find it, got in the British museum pretty hysterically I got the man to actually borrow me his phone in order to get in contact with the embassy before the closed for the day. After 15 minutes I did get a hold of the girl at the embassy, explaining my situation and that I am to fly out first thing tomorrow morning and that I therefore really need my passport, telling the driver dropped me off here, she told me I were on the wrong side of town, but that she would arrange so that I could pick up my passport later that day even though the time for passports were between 9-11. I counted 2-2 positive vs. negatives.  Said thanks to the man at the museum, started to walk out when a heavy rain got me stranded at a place in the park, thought that I might check out if I can keep any food. I had a plain salad and I could keep it, people around probably thought I had some eating disorder considering how slowly I ate that salad. Asked a guy if I could look at his mp, you can have it he said, sweet then I know where I am and where to go.  Ok, had to start to get to a subway and go to marble arch and to collect my passport. She told me to come at precise 1400.

 

 

With my passport in my hand I went back to the hotel just to realize that I couldn’t check in still. The room are booked by Paul the owner of the boat I sailed here form Sweden, and to check-in, which they didn’t tell us when we did the booking, you have to answering a control question which is; what address? How should I know, luckily for me though I am a curious person and overlooked when Paul filled in the form, I don’t know the address I just know that it is Kent, I said, and they nodded ok and I got to have the most lovely shower for a long time.

 

Ok, it already 1700 so I better get going if I am to gain something out of this day, first I had a herbalife proteinbar, my body probably liked that, and I could keep it so I was happy. Harrods next on the schedule. I love to walk around there among designer art of clothes, shoes, accessories and furniture as well as paintings and posters. And of course a doughnut and a coffee. Did some nice shopping at Zara sale, a dress for my friends wedding, thought to myself, next stop Piccadilly and Soho, food time and I know what I want: wagamamma, but first print my boarding pass and check-in online. I stopped at Meriden at Piccadilly and fixed that, check, had a noodles dinner and believe me it felt good to have my first proper meal this day.

 

Time were now about half ten and I started to get back to the hotel, when at the room I realise that they don’t have any wake-up service and that equals that I wont get up in the morning to be in time for my flight as my phone isn’t charged. I asked at the hotel, no they don’t have a charger or a converter, so I decided to go for a pub walk and finally I found one at the pub cross the street. That equals 3-2 to the good side.

 

Oh, speaking of tomorrow and how to get to the airport, they do construction at the line that I stay at during his weekend I heard in the speakers today, I realised that I probably should check up how much that affect me tomorrow morning, and so I did and I now know how to do the puzzle tomorrow.

 

Almost all set, I will just go down to the pub and get my phone, have a nice shower and then lay down on the bed, relax for a while watching telly and eat some chips.

 

Tomorrow my sailing adventure ends by flying back home to Stockholm. It has been an intense time and as always when I do things there has been a lot to take in I a short time not at least that I have been living in a boat for a week and a half with three guys I hadn’t met before.  Felt a bit said to leave in the morning but as every time a good buy is only a start for something new. 

 

Stockholm here I come . . . 

England here we come !

And then we were three on the sinking ship, or as Benny says, on the plastic fantastic

Amsterdam for a day with the boys, well excluding Dave that had to fly home. Manged flower- market, coffee-shop, red-light district, got through a shopping mal and we had beer, walked along the bridges and found our selves in the middle of a Hare Krishna festival at the plaza outside the royal palace.

 

The plan were to leave at noon, rescheduled due to the rough wind until 15.00, wait for the wind to lower out to southeast wind  but it took until around 19.30 before we took the decision to leave, with bearing in mind that if we were taking in too much water than what we could handle we could go in at the WTP and harbour of Rotterdam. We spoke to Paul, the owner of the boat and according to the weather forecast the wind should go around to south east and then we would have a good angle (up-wind) to go across the channel.

 

It was all but that when we left. This time I geared up properly with boots on from the beginning, went to the toilet and were prepared mentally. Benny steered along the coast of Holland into a beautiful sunset, the whole sky were shifting and as taken form a Disney movie.

 

We did 6 buckets the first three hours. A rib-tour for three hours then we reached Rotterdam, where it was so busy of ships that you could almost not see the navigation chart, all going in different directions. I thought it more looked like a Tivoli with all the ships bright colourful lights on in the night. As predicted the wind were softening as we went along. I went off first shift at 01.00 then we just made one bucket of water the last hour inside the boat, next time I woke up it the sun were on its way up, and the sea was calm. Benny Told me I could go back to sleep when I popped my head up on deck, he said he would wake us up at 06.00, I didn’t argue. Next time I woke up the jib was up and Giles had turned the engine off. We were actually sailing. 

 

Pancake breakfast in the morning and then change of spinnaker and a herbalife-shake to regain some vitamins after schnitzel and deep fried …. In Germany and Holland. Smooth sailing and when I in the afternoon took up my book to read, Benny interrupted me and said “ there are dolphins “ I looked up and it was : )

 

By 17.30 we steered into Ramsgate. I am in England. 

Giles left us as soon as we were tied up, to go for a race in Sardinia, and then we were two ... 

I´m flashing Saturday, July 18, 2009

 I´m boored, said Dave and 19.30 we left the harbour of Van Der Helden, going through two lock and then entering the open water.  We were suppose to sail the boat down the coast 30 miles, you could say that we were to test sail the boat, to see where the water we took in the other night came from.

 

Dave was steering and I was trying to make my self useful, that means to try not to be in the way, not fall or hit my head into something.

 

We sailed upwind in 8 knots smashing waves in a very confused sea. In the beginning it felt like a cool RIB tour. Dave were steering with a smoke in is mouth and singing as a sailor should. It feels a bit cliché but it makes me feel like it is for real, and I like it, up until about an hour into the sail when I was soaked in water, my head were starting to feel dizzy of all bumping and Benny shouts up on deck to us to empty a bucket he just filled up, then the nice archipelago tour ended. I realised that being on a boat sometimes is like when you were a kid, all up to sleeping in tent. The whole day you prepared and were all excited for it, then as the darkness came upon you the fun of it started to fade. Then you could just leave the garden and go back inside to have hot chocolate and a sandwich with mum but here out at sea things are not quite like that, yeh you could go down in the cabin, but believe me if I would have done that yesterday then I would have been throwing up. This might be a line of where holiday sailing meets adventures sailing.

 

I thought I had to live the life of the extreme. I have seen all pictures of the crew at V70 boats and they always sit on the rail, hiking, so did I. But neither that were as glamorous as I had in mind, we were hit by a huge wave and I got wet from top to toe, my face got a salty peeling in the mixture of the wind and all the water coming at me. I had by this time put on my lifejacket and tied my self up to the boat so that I wouldn’t fall of. This were a six hour sail and during around the world races they are out day after day and hour after hour, and even if they have three or four sets of wearing they must be wet into the underwear and it must be cold and what about sleeping, how do they do it?  And maybe even more of a question, why do they do it? 

 

“I cant understand anyone sailing around the world it’ s like suicide but with torture, Dave said out loud after three hours. 

Time for pouring buckets for real, Dave pouring water out, passing it to Benny who lifts it up to me on deck to throw it out It is dark by now and my feets are cold, really cold, it is not fun anymore, Giles steers, I am emptying buckets, my shoulder hurts for lifting the buckets, I am hungry, I am in the middle of my period and I need to change, the water is still coming in to the boat, the waves are smashing. I went down in the cabin, glad that I used Ob so that I didn’t had to use the toilet, it were blocked with the floor boards that we had taken off to be able to pour out the water and also it was hard enough to stand in the boat as it was. I decided to find my self a corner, take of as little of clothes that I had too, make a quick change and go back up again. I thought about it a while but then decided that this could actually work. Dave asked if I really had to go to the bathroom and here comes the none understanding of how it is to be a woman, have I decided to have this problem no, but I have to deal with it, to avoid a unpleasant accident I had to deal with this. I released my self from the securityline, managed to get out of the lifejacket, climbed down and took the jacket off, it was all wet, found myself a corner and… well you don’t wont to here this part so I can just skip forward to the moment of taking the wet clothes back on, going up on deck to the cold. The thought of how do they do it on the around the world races, does the women just do things like this on deck? How about other needs?

 

 In the dark night, the stars were bright and I tried to see the adventure side of it, the power of nature, the… and that’s were my mind slipped to hot chocolate. I got interrupted by Dave who said that there is a wind farm coming up net to us… he was steering and suddenly there were a whole area of red light on our starboard side. “it’s not on the chart, said Giles, who was doing navigation at the same time as he poured water into the bucket. “Your flashing mate, you will blow up ! “ , said Benny. It was my life-jacket that had been soaked and alarmed. A good thing thou we know where you are, they all laughed.

 

An hour later there are green and red lights, a gate and then we sail into the marina. A huge one, tie up and I so much wanted to find a hot shower to clean off the dirty water, all the salt, it felt like I had a whole package of salt in my hair and a few layers in my face. I got out of my wet clothes, put some socks on, dry clothes and were to tired for even go for a shower. At the same time I were so cold, I figured that a cup of tea might do it. I boiled water and had a tea, crawled into my sleeping bag and pulled by hood- jacket up and did lay down in the sofa. 

I didn’t recive a hot chocolate but tea and a warm calm place to sleep, I were safe, the glamorous life of living life at the extream sailing around the world,hmm the scenario wouldn´t end here instead I would just have left my shift to get a wet sleep in a cold boat that bumps and bumps, to be woken up in an hour to move sails form one side to the other as we are about to tack. Daycruiser, that might be something... 

We are taking in water

Left Kiel, the german Rivera wich is a chapter it self not beeing posted on this blog. When I was going on my shift at 03.00 I just went in the front to get a bottle water, outside there were windy and rainded, i just looke dto my right ant the whole front toilette were fille dup of water, I called for Dave and we drained it just to realise that it were water all under the floor in the boat. First theroery were that someone had been sloppy and not turnet the seataps of but that wasnt it. 50 buckets and about 300 litre of water and 2,.5 hours. Dave and Benny went back to sleep, giles up in deck and me I sat down to watch the move Casino, half way in I stepped in lots of water and the procedure started all overa agin, thsi time less water but still about 20- 25 buckets.

a rought night, couldnt sort out where the probelm were, couldnt find the reasion for water keep on comming in, thought it were to be a crack in the keel. As we didnt know how bad it was, and if oit could escalate froma small crack to a huge on on the way to england, and as there were heavy weather expecting on the northern sea a decision were made that we were to go in to Holland and have th baot lifted.

Yesterday night we sailed in to a marine base, after having emptied another 7-8 buckets in smooth weather,at he moment of writing the boat are lifted at teh jachtwerf Den Helder, but we still dont know what caused the water comming in. All we could find were a scratch where the keel meets the boat so that is now fixed with a kind of rubberglue, a temporary action, but how the water coame in we still dont know.

Delivery girl 54°24´N 10°13´E

Marina of Kiel, one of them, not all look like Sandhamn and Marsstrand, that´s my eralier extension of marinas and yacht-clubs 

Three days and three nights at sea, a personal record, just steered in to Laboe, close to Kiel, in the morning sun with a cup of coffee in my hand after a long night. It is a feeling similar to the one when you sit in an airplane on your way to start going in for landing and you start to se the town from the air, you feel excited as you come closer, I got the same felling when hang up the German flag in the wires by the sail. It is tradition that you change flag when entering national water.

 

We stooped in Kalmar and filled up the boat with fuel, and our selves with McDonalds. I realised that Öland is far longer than I thought.  Since turning the at the south of Sweden we have been sailing along the shipping- line up until just before midnight when we crossed the line. It was a beautiful sunset and for the first time I felt the warm, I had just woken up, around 22.30 and was standing in my long sleve and sailor bottoms, barefeet, the luxury cruiser passed one by one and as we sailed pass Fehmarn it brought me to the city and to the amusement- park, they are always lit up in the darkness. That first part of the night it felt as a luxury to bee out at sea, a feeling of freedom and also of excitement for where to stop next, what that will bring, a bit like back-packing, going out in the unknown. Still pretty organized as I know where we are  going just not always predictable in what weather or what speed, But I am in good hands. 

It is a lot to get used to, to sleep when you are of shift no matter the time a day, to remember to eat and drink water. I have my Herbalife products with me and actually had a shake with orangejuice and my pills to it yesterday afternoon when off watch and started to read the kiterunner.  Me and Giles had the night shift from midnight up until now and I can promise you that I was tired around 6 when it still was cold. Around 4.30 we had dinner: heat up food, pretty cool. You open a big bag whereas you pour in a liquid from a smaller bag and then waits for 10 minutes it then heats up the inner bag where in you food is. We had a veggi one and it tasted pretty ok, I say better than freeze- dry food. That you actually have to eat a while before to make you body to adjust to it. For me I am trying to adjust to the life at sea. Both when it comes to lifestyle and to sailing it self. Learning more every day, and this morning I actually could help out to take down the sail, I folded the sail and climed the mast, tied fenders up when were to go in to the Marina.  Small things but it feels nice not only to be in the way.

 

We are staying the night here for Dave and Benny to clear custom and as the Canal is only open between sunrise and sunset so you have to go early in the morning to be able to motor ( you are not allowed to sail)  through the 98.5 km long Canal originally built so that the German fleet could move between the Baltic and the North Sea without having to pass through the Kattegatt, opened in 1985. Until then we will go to Kiel for some proper food, a shower and a beer, maybe not in that order thou. Yeah another thing to adapt to; I brushed my teeth first time last afternoon, and have had the same clothes on since Sandhamn doesn’t really make any sense to change. No sleep since yesterday afternoon. I just say as I always have: shy sleep when you can do more fun things, as having a hotwater shower and then go down town Kiel : ) 

Delivery girl 7/12/09 12:57 A

7/12/09 12:57 AM;  24 hrs check, my first night on board.

Passing Kalmar, heading towards the very south of Sweden to turn towards Kiel wich will be our first pit stop on the way to South-Hampton. 

12.15 Left Sandhamn, waving god buy to my parents, my brother and some fiends of ours, geared up in yellow: oh my I am trendy even at the sea, for you who dint know yellow is the colour of the summer.

 

Dave Steering out of Sandhamn 

10-15 kts wind, Easterly so initially on the beam, hoist full main and delivery jib, good speed, 9 kts

Hi- tech navigation; course and waypoints, WPT, plotting and a visit to the toilet. My hardest quest is to walk at the boat not falling. Leaving Sandhamn behind brought me the same feeling I usually get when getting on an airplane, you know when you sit down at your spot, has stored your bag and you feel that you are at the beginning of an adventure that you don’t know what it has in hand for you, you just know that you like it because it will bring you somewhere.

14.30 Snack time, a great sandwich with cheese and salami on the bread bought at the old fashioned bakery at Sandhamn. Dave told me we’d do 4hrs of 4hrs on. I went for a nap woke up and felt really sick, thought oh no not this. I went for the toilet and throw up, but just a little so I thought some fresh air would do it. Went up on deck and thought shall I take a seasick pill or endure and hope for my body to adjust, I did the later.

 

20.00 Dinner. Will I be able to keep it were my biggest concern. Ham and cheese pie, and it went well, no veggie here for a while.

 

22.00 Dave told me I better try to catch some sleep before my night shift with Giles 00.00 to 05.00. A bit scared of how it would turn out I did go down for a sleep and it worked out well even though the sea was a bit busy.

 

Midnight and I geared up properly to be out in the cold. Still freezing but we had some coffee and chocolate so we did ok. It is interesting how you bend time when out like this. You kind of entering a bubble of logic, everything you do you do for a purpose and by that it becomes so clear. It is relaxing. And Giles and me had a pretty nice night, my mission was to make sure he didn’t fell asleep and did pretty well. A red sky and the moon reflecting in the sea as we sailed along in the night.  I thought it funny, or maybe I should say typical me that I first, since I was a kid, sailed the V70 boats in the Volvo, the most prestigious race in the world and that caught me to take the opportunity to sail to England with these guys.

 

Cornflakes and yogurt for breakfast and coffee of course 

09.00 Oh my I slept deep and was a bit morning tired when Dave woke me up. A coffee out the sun fixed it. Change of plan, we are burning too much fuel so re-route to stop at Kalmar to re-fuel.

 

about to leave Sandhamn

I have now moved my gypsy bags down to Artemis. The Grand Soleil 43, which means the big sun, the boat that I will sail with to SouthHampton. It Well I did an interview with a guy during VolvoOcenaRace and about a week later he called me and asked what I was up to at the 5th of July! No plan I said as I finish up the radio around the 3rd. 

- Do you wanna sail with us to England ? We need a fourth person. 

- I have just got my self a sailors jacket and my knowledge of sailing stops at optimist sailing at 10 yrs age. But sure if you want me anyway I am on. 

Today, three weeks later I am at Artemis ready to go. We just have to solve a creditcard issue so that we could get our groceries then we are to leave out from Sandhamn, as we should have done an hour ago ...  

Will try to update you along the way. 

Countdown to my sailingadventure

Tomorrow morning I leave Sandhamn, just finishing up the last before I leave.  The plan were to sail out this morning so I spent last night with some friends first at Alma under an umbrella with a coffee drink listening to the rain, advanced to my house with a movie and just had a early night. 

The new plan is to meet up with Dave and the guys at Artemis, the boat, in the afternoon and then talk it through more detailed. 

The sun is up and it might even feel like summer today, last week has been more as autumn with coldness and rain. The storms we waited out seams to have passed and my flip-flops are on again. 

8 Hours as a crew-member at Ericsson4

Saturday some how disappeared from posted. So I give it to you in now. It was a day of significance.

The winners of JrCup, Charlie and Emil with Skipper Magnus Olsson and crew 

http://www.svensksegling.se/jrcup

I got the chance to sail the vinner-V70 in the Volvo Ocean Race for one day. I can tell that 8 hours did feel like the double if not triple. How do they do it for 40 days and night in rough sea?! I am impressed. And the funny thing is that it took me up until now to really understand the power in these monstrous machines.  

About one hour out from where the start for leg 10 in VOR were about a week ago the rain came upon us. As on all these boats all crew member has a number so there were just to chose whoms to use, I lend the jacket of Torben Grail, felt huge in double meaning.  

 http://www.volvooceanrace.org/

It were a Volvo Ocean Race Clinic which basically means that there are about 4 crew onboard and the rest are others, in this case youths that had won or were given the opportunity to sail these boats. Skipper Magnus Olsson on Ericsson 3 and Brad Jackson at Ericsson 4 guided them and improved their skills and I can tell that these youths took it all in and were a bit shy in the beginning. Form 14 – 17 years old active sailors that one-day hope to be a part of their own VolvoOceanRace.

 

Kajsa Sundklev loved her position as skipper, during the day the kids were able to try different posts and they all ended up with their favorites. 

http://www.ericssonracingteam.com/

Another part of this event were to deliver a pep-talk, to be rule models by telling their own stories of how they from all over the world were hand picked to be a part of this two year race. The importance of being skilled in your profession but as important to be a team player and to have the right attitude. 

With Axel Mgdahl as navigator the race- route between Ericcson3 and Ericsson4 were worked out and then for the kids to follow through 

They day ended with a sleepover for the kids at Ericsson  3 and for me I had to go back to Sandhamn and the incoming boats in this years Eurocard Gotland Runt where Data com finished as the overall winner.

A full piece of the day at Ericsson4 will be up shortly together with radio pieces from the day and some interviews. 

Artemis

A correction are in place. There seamed to be two Artemis in this years EurocardGolandRunt. I only heard of one and thought it to be the one that I were to sail to England. While the boats were on their way around Gotland I heard the story of the delivery up here; two days without food, no comfortability at all, water all over the boat and no where to sleep as they hadn't finished that up yet. It is a racingboat and that's it, the woman said, her husband had been one of the crew members that delivered the boat.  

I have to confess that it seamed strange, as that really demands sailingskills on a high level and mine are on 10 years old or less, so why did anyone come up with the idea to ask me to come along. The answer came later that afternoon when I text to Dave that asked me to join for England, he were at the other Artemis. 

24 hours later I stepped onboard at the right Artemis and it felt nice,it is a sailing boat, not small at all but comfortable with beds, a small kitchen tied up next to the main dock outside Seglarhotellet. 

I can assure you that it all fell into place. Due to the slowly race of GotlandRunt we changed our date of departure to tuesday or wednesday. Suits me good as I have caught a cold and it could be nice to recover do some laundry and get back on track with my herbalife. 

It has for sure been some intense  weeks and I could really need to have a day or two to catch up on. 

bikini- braodcasting

The sailors in EurcardGotlandRunt, sat on their boats around southern Gotland, where they are about to turn back up again on the other side of Gotland, they did hope for breeze and so did we here in the studio at Sandhamn. Someone told me that they had measured 36 degrees celsius, I don't know if that is accurate but I sure know that it was hot. 

Me and Matilda broadcasting in bikini with a poolbreak every now and then

Where is the wind ?

Here at Sandhamn we are melting away and the sailors in the race Eurocard Gotland Runt are longing for wind. Usually they are arriving one after the other by now, instead they are just outside of Visby with two additional days to go for most of the boats. 

Me, I am now going to take a seat at the dock, have an ice-cream and enjoy music and entertainment at the aftersail.  Maybe take a swim at the pool and then prepare for boarding Ericsson tomorrow and sail for the day with the winners of ericsson juniorcup. I will broadcast for Skärgårdsradion, you can listen on the web at 

Surprise at Sandhamn

 A well known sail were to be seen around 2100. Ericsson 4 followed by Puma, Ericsson3 and GreenDragon. Two weeks ago I have almost never heard of Vo 70 boats. Today I reported from GotlandRunt and now I have just been on Ericsson4 and done interviews. Nick and the guys form Puma showed up too. Shitty food, too much vodka and bad wind on the way here is what I missed not going to St Petersburg. I have to go and say hello to the crew at GreenDragon. Just told Matilda and Jesse that it is strange; two weeks ago I did a 19 hour race on interviews and editing of the finish of leg 9 here in Sandhamn. It feels like I have been apart of this race for longer than that. But as I have said before time is a tricky thing. 

Gotland Runt Start

I just came back from the start of GotlandRunt outside of Sandhamn.

11.10  The Boats are leaving the dock at Sandhamn towards the startline 

God afternoon all lovely people. So here we go again, this blog has turned out to be obsessed with sailing and worse it will be. 

The first out of eight starts 

Almost no wind, 257 sailboats and in the middle of it all I was out on a RIB. I smiled and waved to the creaw at Artemis, the aussi/ brittish boat that I will board an sail to England on Sunday. 

Artemis at the startingline in the class called Grand Opening 

Check out the official blog for GotlandRunt 

http://www.gotlandruntbloggen.se/blogs/1-ksss-media-club/posts/204-skargardsradion-90-2-vid-startlinjen