Bergen welcomed us with a cloudy sky and the promise of a rain coming our way. We have quickly located Brego, resting attached to another boat in the centre of the town. My knowledge about the sailors’ etiquette was non-existent and I did not realise that if you want to get to the boat which is located further down the line, you just getting on the nearest boat and crossing over. For some reason doing that seemed impolite. But as we soon found out – this is what you meant to be doing as there is no other way. No one expects you to swim between the boats!
Before we went on our latest sailing trip (from Norway to Iceland), my concept of sailing was, hmm – trying to put it lightly – romantically wrong. I learnt it hard way, but I have survived. I remember at some point one of our crew members – Marcin K. – asked me if I was willing to do it again. I did not hesitate. I said yes straight away. As for me there was no doubt about it.
Our sailing adventure starts in 5 days. 2 weeks ago we started our shopping spread and now we are happy owners of countless number of socks and panties, t-shirts and fleece jackets, a huge bag and a backpack. All very welcome and much appreciated.
Brego’s sails are burgundy red. A little dirty burgundy red, like a good wine. Its body is dark, made of steel, with a horse head clearly visible on the sides. The boat itself is 13,44 m long and 3,91 m wide. Brego is a ketch – a sailing craft with two masts. The forward of the two masts (the “mainmast”) is larger than the after mast (the “mizzen”).
The list of the things we need to purchase for our upcoming sailing trip is steadily growing. I did not manage to have a good look at our sleeping bags hidden away in the cupboard and I am not sure if they are ok for the trip. Then you have a simple fact of a travel bag – the suitcase is useless on a boat, it’s too big and awkward. We do need proper bags, which can be folded and squished. We do not have proper wellies, which would allow us to move around wet surfaces easily and help us avoid breaking leg or land on our bottoms. We need water-proof and wind-proof trousers and jackets and proper gloves and Marcin needs to see an optician about the contact lenses, in case his glasses land in the water…
Since Marcin and I moved to the UK to live here permanently, exploring this incredible island was always on the agenda. We have bravely took our first car – a white Volkswagen polo G40 – on a numerous trips around. During the ten years of living here, we have visited Devon, Scotland (4 times), Cornwall, Cotswold. Isle of Wight (few times) and many many towns, not mentioning exploring the National Trust properties across England. Our recent trip to York has proven that the United Kingdom has some hidden gems and you do not really need to spend a fortune to see incredible places.
The Museum established in Palazzo Poggi is one of the most fascinating places I have ever visited. The structure of the Palazzo dates back to the works carried out in the 16 century to modify and enlarge the building that had been purchased at the end of the 15 century by the Poggi family. The plan to expand and embellish the palace dates from the mid-1500s and was the idea of Giovanni Poggi, powerful cleric and eminent figure in the papal curia.
In the early hours of the morning Jemaa el-Fnaa in Marrakesh looks quiet and empty. All the rush and colours of the evening disappear, leaving the square open to random visitors. A few pigeons flew away as we crossed the square. Until then not bothered by few locals gathered in the middle, sitting comfortable on the ground, enjoying the sunny morning. The mighty tower of Koutoubia Mosque was rising slowly, painted in gold by the waking sun.
I was scanning the UK map carefully, looking for a perfect place to get away on a short weekend trip. Since I am a huge fan of English cathedrals, York was an easy choice. The famous York Minster awaited!
Apart from that GPSmyCity guys contacted me recently asking if I want to host a giveaway on my blog. Since I have never done anything like that before – I have decided to jump on the opportunity!
I felt tired, not interested, dreaming about a bed, in which I could actually sleep, not surrounded by loud snoring of others and not listening to the wind violently jerking the Berber’s tent. My night at the desert was uncomfortable sleepless, my butt felt sore and I could not think or imagine a place where the sand was not getting into. After spending one day in the car to get to Zagora, hoping all the way to arrive in one piece, desperately holding my suitcase while riding on a camel and trying to remove my contact lenses without getting sand in my eyes, I was not up for doing anything. But since I was not planning on coming back here, I dragged my sorry ass out of the car and went for a walk with our little group.