No good morning today. Petter is soon on his way :( and fog hovers over the mountains. Who pocketed the nice weather?? It was probably a German in a RV hoping to bring it south, stashing it in the freezer along with the fish filets, that they’re crossing their fingers customs won’t discover. In fact, they are only allowed to bring 15kg across the border. I understand the logic considering we aren’t allowed to bring more than 15kg German beer into the country. Have to keep the balance of trade in check right?

Petter thinks I was a little rude in my earlier mention of the RV folks in last night's post, so here’s an apology. If there are others who feel offended by anything said about them in the blog then please send me a message and the apologies will come flying out on a conveyer belt. They run lose here.

Finally we’re out at sea again. We first stopped by the ferry port and dropped off Petter, who will be taking the ferry to Bodø and then catching a flight to Oslo and further to Spain, poor guy. After a rather tearful goodbye, we went out and found a shallow area to pull the rods out. We struggled a bit to get the hook through the thick layer of small pollock (0.5 kg) but with a little kick in the hip we managed to hustle a decent sized one (3 kg). The session lasted 5 minutes max from start to finish. It was probably good for the hip too.

From there we headed towards Reine, which didn’t seem especially inviting, so we decided to head about 30 nm further north to Henningsvær. Up with the sails, not minding the fog infected ocean and dwindled sight. We’re trying to avoid sailing too fast (being on land is boring), but don’t tell Katarina, she has another perspective on this stuff, poor thing, so she thought we were going full spead. Sometimes it works out just fine that she isn’t too read up on adjusting the sails.

At 16:49, we reached Henningsvær and disappointment was at large. We thought we’d escape the public up here, but we realised we were very wrong when we saw the crowd of spectators and a film crew directed at us as we were approaching. We were a bit unsure if the lead role was Katarina or yours truly, nevertheless, we smiled wide and waved royally to the cameras. We didn’t want to admit that perhaps Capraia was the star of the show and not us, but she can’t protest or smile so we had to give her a hand. We rested the boat at a good floating dock outside Fiskekrogen, after moving a few Swedes (we are in Norway, after all, and Katarina was instructed to not say anything other than “morn” so she won’t reveal herself (she is Swedish…).

And when it concerns the filming, it was a big relief to discover that it was a second-rate shoot with lesser known people; Hellstrøm (very famous Norwegian cook on TV) and some food stuff (and Truls, I think he’s called). In other words, we could relax and open a bottle of champagne.

Our first impression of Henningsvær was a good one. One of the first things we saw was a beer store selling local beer, which of course cost a couple fingers and a toe. It was called Lofotpils (Lofotbeer). (Yes Arne, we will try to save one or two for you). I’m sure I'll have more to report on Henningsvær tomorrow.

We are currently juggling the verdict of the day. Are we eating in or out. Out at a restaurant (which actually is inside), or ‘in’ the boat, ‘in’ the cockpit (which technically is outside)? It’s not so strange that there’s war in this world. Even a wise sailor gets a headache from less. Nevertheless, I think I’ll end the blog here before the bottle goes dry. Wouldn’t want to risk losing my air of seriousness by diving into the funny talk (can’t have that in a blog). Og and p.s to Ingunn- the champagne shot is a special shoutout to you from Capraia (-: (share it with Per-Kristian the birthday boy).