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Trip Start Apr 09, 2010
139Trip End Sep 26, 2010
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It was only 19 miles down to Kastrup, which soon passed. We managed a top speed of 7.3 knots through the water and 7.0 over the ground but this was the exception, most of the time we were toodling along at 4-5 knots, but what fun to sail! What was also satisfying was the bow thruster issue. I had checked on the internet and found the distributor for Lewmar, the bow thruster manufacturer. In conversation, they advised me that the chandlers at Kastrup were one of their outlets and that they had a switch in stock, several in fact, so it was with a sense of anticipation of a relatively easy fix to our problem and not too much expense ( 970 kronor, divide by 8.5 for a rough sterling equivalent) that I called the chandlers and spoke to Gordon Lister, a Scot who’s parents emigrated to Canada and who had been living here for 25 years and ordered the switch.
Upon entering Kastrup we were ( or at least I was) annoyed to find that the only hammerhead pontoon ( an easy place to park the boat considering the lack of bow thruster and one which does not have a width restriction) was occupied by a 10m yacht that could fit in anywhere in the marina. I asked the owner if he was thinking of moving and he said 'no’, I ‘advised’ him that the hammerhead was reserved for boats of >12m length and of >3.5m width and he shrugged. After refuelling and trying to find a berth ( there are only a handful available for boats of CW’s size, in passing him I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of his selfishness. I guess I was a little bit more forceful than I might have been had I not been worrying about trying to get the boat into a narrow berth with a strongish breeze (a good F4 by now) and no way of controlling the bow but as it happened, we got in OK and also, in due course he moved his boat!
The afternoon evolved into a cracker. We spent it chatting and sunbathing in the cockpit and it got so hot that I decided to nip to the chandler and see whether they had something that I could erect to keep the sun off. Poorer in pocket, I came back triumphant with a parasol-like canopy thing that works, it cost a fortune but I rationalised it by thinking – it’s going to be sunny in the Baltic for several months every year for the next few years, it’s worth it.
That evening we were treated to a meal by our generous friends as a thank you for the the last two weeks. The restaurant at the marina had been so good the fortnight before that we decided to revisit it and again the food was excellent, pricey but good.
Nightcaps on board, discussions of the meaning of life, and bed.