Day 2

David Björkqvist
David Björkqvist
Passage Blog
Saturday, August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024 | Marstrand, Sweden

I get briefly woken up in the early morning by a WOHOOO scream from the helmsman standing on deck above my head. I guess they were surfing down a wave. After a while, my first mate and now my good friend Alex comes down from his shift. I get a real view of what a mariner’s workday looks like. I hear many “mm’s” and “so great!” when the crew eats the meal I manage to cook while heeling over. No need to guess—I feel at home on FALKEN. The starry nights, sunsets, and spinnaker sailing are extra bonuses.

After a few nice days in Marstrand, including boat preps, we set out tacking down the Gothenburg archipelago to get checked out. We sailed upwind into the night across to Skagen, and right now we are on the west coast of Denmark, bound to cross the North Sea over to the UK.

Hold fast!
David the apprentice

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