Hidra Norway






The next day was hot and with little or no wind. We started out playing a little with our spiler (the big colorful sail looking like a big bag that only can be used when the wind comes from behind). Or did we only talk about it ? I forgot. No we did sail for spiler. I can see the boat is equipped for spiler on this picture. In any case we ended going by engine (or the iron horse as my father prefers to call it). By the way, how much gas was on that tank ? Oh well, who cares.






At this point we are entering a deep strait at the island Hidra ...






... leading to a nice a quiet anchor spot. Here we were later welcomed by a Dane roaming the strait in his speed boat. It turned out that he was from Aalborg but now lived on the island. He gave us a bucket of crabs that we later accidentally drowned ... yes, drowned ...