Josin’s 2025 cruise, #5

Tananger to Haugesund to Mosterhavn.

Kari has been much more productive in writing and photographing and publishing on her facebook page than I have in this blogg, so many of you are maybe up-to-date already, in Norwegian. I have got generous permission to reproduce some of her pictures, and use her text as inspiration for this in English

So, wednesday, 25th. It did get slightly less, and we set off under a bright blue sky:

Unfortunately, wind on the nose, so we motored all the way over a gradually less-wave’y sea and eventually arrived in Haugesund at 21:30.
Underway, Kari, who titles herself as “Fender, Second Class”, learned the process of getting the navigation system to accept a waypoint to go to, and make the boat go there. Well done! Promoted. “Navigator, Second Class” instead.
Captain did the last bit of navigating as he’d been here before.
Proceeded to the guest pontoon. Fenders out. Ropes arranged. Touchdown.
And there it was, the dreadful fate befell…… Well, not serious dreadful…. Kari tripped as she jumped ashore, fell short and into the water. Life vest inflated. Good. Ladder close by, lucky. Climb out and drip. Pause. Check health. Right knee no longer normal.
Back on board and into dry clothes. Dinner. Discussion. Expert advice seemed sensible, so a trip to A&E. An attentive and thorough doctor, (a little bit yawny as by now it was thursday) could reassure Kari that nothing was broken, just stretched in her knee, and we returned to the boat with crutches and advice to rest, and things would gradually get back to normal.
Now trying to get Kari to rest when she wants to help and learn is not so easy, but we compromise.

Rest of thursday: Rain. Wash salt out of clothes. John shopped for knee-support, then to the ship’s chandler with a deflated, sorry-looking, life vest.
Help? Of course, and an ironic “You’re not the first and will certainly not be the last!” Service procedure carried out with humour. Back to boat.

Kari the while had demoted herself back to Fender, Second Class, (not approved), and had used her skills to repair the Åsgårdstrand Seilforening pennant whose string had disintegrated, (NB, inform club’s buyer). She also nursed a swelling ring finger which had taken a bump in the ducking somehow, so the engineer on board sharpened his tools and cut the ring off. Relief!

Next day, friday 27th, promised clearance. It happened. So we left a bad-memory-place, and having bunkered diesel, motored north, hoisted sail to catch the little breeze there was and motorsailed to Mosterhavn.

Gentle breeze does’nt really fill the main. The cumulus was in streets for glider pilots.

The logg had been showing very variable speed recently, so something had obviously got entangled. Water in Mosterhavn is crystal-clear, so wetsuit and the rest was struggled into and I sank to inspect. Seagrowth in the form of thin string was the culprit. Dra ut. All clear. Hopefully correct logg-speed in future.

The skipper deserved an anchor-dram afterwards, to get blood circulation going again in his fingers. Water temp 12 degrees.
Next task: Finding out why the AIS, (position indicating system) has gone intermittent. Thats a trickier one.

Alls almost well.