Day 1
August 29, 2024 | Marstrand, Sweden
After a few days spent getting the boat ready in Marstrand, the crew finally joined yesterday, giving FALKEN a warm, cosy home feeling. We’re now finalising the safety briefs before setting off in a couple of hours. The plan is to do a short sail to Gothenburg to clear immigration and then set off again tonight towards the North Sea. The weather has been rather unstable lately, so we’re keeping our options open of either going north or south of the UK—at least our Skipper has a degree in meteorology!
This is my first voyage on FALKEN since little Margaux was born, and I cannot wait to get out there and enjoy the open sea while accumulating stories that one day I’ll be able to share with her and Beth. Will keep you all updated.
Love,
Alex
laline96@gmail.com
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Ladies who reef
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A Gen Z Perspective
At 31, the crew thought they were reasonably fluent in the English language—then they met Kip. Today, the crew's self-appointed Gen Z correspondent takes over the log from somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, delivering dispatches on Milky Way night sails, focaccia-induced visions, and the singular mission of getting eleven people's "badonkadonks" to Hawaii. Consider this your glossary.