Arrival
July 13, 2024 | Day 6 At Sea | Arrival in Bergen
Our last day all together on FALKEN. Time to arrive in the big city of Bergen. We slipped the lines and motored up the fjord while eating a leisurely breakfast. The crew took turns packing their bags and cleaning their bunks, ready for departure. It’s just a short trip to Bergen, but it’s through beautiful islands dotted with wooden homes and boat houses. We were all captivated by the beauty of Norway.
We arrived in the big city and found our mooring, which had been booked, was being used by another smaller boat. We just about managed to secure FALKEN with the bow sticking out. FALKEN really is very big. We forget how big she is when we are sailing. It’s only when we moor her that we are reminded. Her rig towers above most vessels. The vessel in question moved and we warped FALKEN back into her place. We were right in the heart of the old city of Bergen, near the beautiful old dock houses.
Now came the sad moment to say farewell to our newfound friends. We all promised to keep in contact and go sailing again together one day.
Fair winds, shipmates!
- Jojo Pickering, Skipper S/Y FALKEN
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