Scandi Sailing Adventure

Weird boat words & phrases:
cleat, jib, jibe (sounds like a dance, no?), tack, heeling, fend off, aground (an important one..)

Our adventures began on two trains and a bus from Copenhagen Airport to the town of Faaborg where Olive's Steven's Dad's boat, Cheeky Monkey, was moored.

The train took us through countryside not unlike the flatlands of Norfolk, from one side of Denmark to the other. First stop when we'd located the boat, on the furthest possible point of the network of jetties, was the local Aldi for supplies. For future reference: much like Prague's pickled cheese, 'Danbo' is a Danish delicacy to be avoided. That smell lingered for a good few days...

Awoke on our first morning to rain, so the decision was made not to sail. Instead, a day spent in Faaborg gave us the opportunity to explore the town. Quiet on a Sunday, but incredibly pretty, and with an excellent offering of supermarkets (as well as the Aldi, Faaborg also boasted a Netto and Lidl, the latter of which where we shopped for some familiar cheese to replace the Danbo which had been a little too adventurous for our British taste-buds).

The first of many smooth sails took us from Faaborg to Svendborg. We arrived early evening, and were met with our first 'box mooring' experience. An hour or so later, and were finally able to reach land from the boat, so hopped off (very literally, although perhaps 'leapt' may be more accurate) in search of drinks and dinner.

Drinks we found in the deserted town square, but for dinner we made our way back to the waterfront where there were a few restaurants, a little busier, offering delicious seafood and blankets for warmth as the sun set.

Had a short while for further exploration the next morning before we set sail again. Olive and I took a stroll up-hill to find a windmill that we'd spotted from the marina, and then worked our way back down along the high-street, busier in the daytime with shoppers, and with lots of art and sculpture which caught our eye as we wandered.

Pretty much followed the path of the local ferry to our next destination, the island of Ærø. After many failed attempts at fitting into box moorings at the domestic marina (it was all good looping, and un-looping practise), we took the advice of our many on-lookers that perhaps our boat was 'TOO BIG', and ended up rather moored alongside tourist fishing boats and naval ships for the night.

Possibly my favourite place of our trip, Ærøskøbing was an absolutely beautiful little town with gorgeous architecture along cobbled streets, and even a beach lined with colourful beach huts. Another place highly reminiscent of Norfolk, we stayed a while at the beach to paddle in the clear waters (less reminiscent of Norfolk, perhaps). Stony under-foot, but it was pretty enough to paddle through the pain.

Where we'd moored was right by an old cookhouse from the 1800's. The decision was made that we should try a barbeque there, so we stopped at Netto on our way back from the beach for food and fuel for a fire. 

While the men did their thing with the barbeque, I took a walk along a tree-lined path along the water's edge, where lovely houses back on to the sea; some with their own steps down to the water, and small jetties out to rowing boats. Returning from my walk, we sat a while in the evening sun and later enjoyed our barbeque feast on a picnic bench by the harbour wall.

Our sail the following day was the first leg of our journey to deliver the boat to its winter resting place. We stopped in Sønderborg where we had a lovely evening walk into town past a small beach as the sun was setting. Found a pleasant restaurant on the waterfront where we were treated to classic cars on their drive home from a show in the town.

The next morning was spent getting the boat ship shape. For me this mostly involved much confusion over what should have been a very simple token system to work washing machines and a tumble dryer. Washing machines finally working (not before they'd eaten several of the tokens we'd paid for), I found myself a bench opposite the door to the laundrette, ready to fiercely defend our laundry in the event of someone else deciding that they wanted to use the machines. Spent a few hours catching up with my holiday reading in the sunshine, with nothing much but the occasional rat and seagull for company.


A little after midday, we were ready for our final sail. Perfect sailing conditions, we had a lovely day and even managed to navigate a bascule bridge. While circling in preparation for the given time slot when the bridge would raise to let us through, Olive and I were full of excitement when we spotted a porpoise playing between the waiting boats.

Actually, looking back at this, maybe the clouds were a bad omen, too...

On the 'home straight', I went down below to wash up ready for our arrival into the Yacht Service. Couldn't help but feel a little later on that perhaps the porpoise had actually been a bad omen (or a problematic porpoise of portentous proportions as it was later decided), because it suddenly came to my attention that we weren't moving anymore. Calls of 'Laura, we're going to need you up here' gave light to the fact that we had in fact run aground.

Quick thinking on Steven's part and kindness from a couple of old boys in their little motor boat meant that with plenty of pulling and leaning, we were on the move again, more cautiously this time.

Excitement didn't end there. Upon our arrival into the Yacht Service, we discovered that we were in fact seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Several taxi companies were called, to no avail; we were met with 'we don't come that far', or numbers out of service. The decision was made that we should begin walking towards 'civilisation' and hope for some form of public transport, or at least a local who could point us in the right direction.

Country lanes with cases felt rather endless, and the nearest 'village' tuned out to be nothing more than a few houses on a junction. So we continued our walk until we came to a main road where we were pleased to find a steady stream of traffic. I'd finally got through to a taxi company, and it was all going really well until I discovered that they were in Germany, at which point we opted instead for hitch-hiking. Olive's leg saved the day, and a kind man whose English was fairly poor, but who we discovered had been to Ipswich of all places, drove us to the next town where we were able to get a train that took us all the way through to Copenhagen.

Arrived into the City gone 11, so headed straight for our hotels via the most exciting McDonald's I've ever been to where mine and Olive's food was delivered by some kind of pulley system. Our hotel room in Copenhagen gave Olive and I even more flashbacks, as we were transported back to our rooms at UEA complete with 'shower pod'.

Had a few hours the following day to explore some of Copenhagen before we'd need to make our way to the airport for our flight home. Decided on a couple of things that we wanted to see, and took the Metro to Nyhavn for a steady wander along the water. Our wander took us all the way to The Little Mermaid at which point we turned back the way we'd come and stopped for lunch (more seafood) in the sun.

A little more learned on this sail (maybe, I hope), I had a fabulous time yet again. It was wonderful to see parts of Denmark that I probably would have never seen otherwise, and to spend time in such easy company. As crews go, I think we do alright. It's been a beautiful summer full of sunshine, sea air, and salt in my hair. Feeling very lucky.

Prague

Woken by the gentle clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen, we were lured out of bed by the smell of omelette wafting through the apartment, courtesy of Chef Stuart. Our day began with a highly civilised breakfast around the table before we headed out to join a free walking tour as an introduction to the city of Prague.

Slightly worryingly large numbers fortunately thinned out as we were split into smaller groups with different guides. Our tour guide, Nicolo, took us around the Old City, into some of the New, and through the Jewish Quarter; offering recommendations and lots of history along the way.

Our tour ended at the river, and just in time for lunch. Continued wandering along the tow path in search of a traditional Czech restaurant on Nicolo's list of recommendations. Having reached the restaurant, Kolkovna, we went for three pints of Pillsner, one of 'dark beer', and a selection of 'Meals to Accompany Beer' to share. Tastiest dishes were a turkey schnitzel fried in cornflakes and served with a potato salad, and smoked sausage baked in beer. We also mostly enjoyed pickled sausage slices, and a marinated Camembert-style cheese. Pickled cheese, however, is not something that would make it onto our recommendation lists!

Feeling that we'd had our fill of walking in the morning, we decided to head to a park, Vojanovy Sady, where we were promised peacocks. Slightly enamoured by pea-babies, we did a lot less sitting than expected, and a lot more following / herding them around, taking full advantage of the many photo opportunities.

Eventually tore ourselves away, and continued our search for a way to cool down. Found a boat tour on a boat with a maximum of 12 passengers, which suited us very nicely. The journey up and down the river at a snail's pace was extremely pleasant, and we very much enjoyed the meditation-style guide over the tannoy accompanied by gentle classical music.

Obviously we were highly disappointed when 'the moment of parking [had] come'. More Pillsner, the lilting motion of a boat, and a pretty jam-packed day had us feeling utterly soporific as we alighted and began to wend out way 'home'.

Chose a slightly different route to the one we had taken earlier in the day, and found ourselves at one of the gate towers on the Charles Bridge. Thought we might as well climb up as we were passing. In the Entrance, we were met with a sleeping cashier. Much like the troll guarding the bridge in the Three Billy Goats Gruff, she was soon woken when Clair trod on a particularly squeaky step and ordered us to 'pay' (still with as much enthusiasm as her sleeping on the job had suggested she had).

Beautiful views over red rooves and the river gave us plenty to 'ooh' and 'aah' at, as well as providing a few ideas for plans the following day. Our legs and feet officially dead when we reached the bottom, we called it a day and made our way directly to the apartment for a freshen up and a rest before heading back out for dinner.

In an attempt to save our feet from further cobble-related trauma, we opted for another traditional Czech restaurant close by. More Pillsner and more dark beer was enjoyed. Wanting to try both beef goulash with bacon dumplings, and roast pork bits with potato dumplings and creamed spinach, we decided to order two of each and do a half-way swap. Opinion was divided on which was the better of the two, but we did all agree that everything was delicious.

Back at the apartment via Tesco for Magnums, we settled in for a night of Catan. Beginners luck, and a tiny bit of accidental foul play saw me win after a long battle lasting around two hours by which time we were very ready for bed. First impressions of Prague - pretty excellent!

Opted for brunch at a bookshop café to kick-start our day. Took our time over a Full English, and three servings of Eggs Benedict; two with a side of salmon, one with a side of sausages. Couldn't then resist a browse before we headed out on a walk found in a leaflet at our apartment offering walks 'off the beaten path to places known and unknown'.

Globe, where we'd had brunch, was only a short walk from 'the wizardy hat' church, as Sarah had fondly named it, formally known as Emmaus Monastery. So, despite this spot being number 15 of 16 on the map, we began here and walked the route in reverse.

The map took us up, down, up, and down hill again, through streets almost deserted on a Sunday; we certainly felt very much off the beaten track. We wandered a while through the Charles University Botanical Gardens, passed an English-style red-brick maternity hospital, and stopped at a pub where we were plagued by wasps, as well as many a viewpoint looking over the city from various angles. Perhaps our favourite view was looking over the river leading out of Prague from the ramparts by the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul. 

A wander round the cemetery of the Basilica was a fascinating, and peaceful near end to our walk. We sighted the graves of Smetana and Dvorak among many scholars, architects, and physicians.

Down a steep path, we were led from the ramparts back to the riverside where we wandered back in the direction of where our journey had begun. A small bar on a boat caught our attention, and we stopped here for more beer and entertainment in the form of swan and people watching, over-looking the river.

With a table at a jazz bar booked for the evening, we decided to make our way straight from the bar to another of Nicolo's suggestions, a pizza restaurant considered delicious even by his Italian standards. Delicious it was, and we soon demolished a lasagne, and three pizzas with various toppings ranging from anchovies, to artichokes, to Tuscan sausage.

The restaurant was close to our apartment, so full of pizza we headed back to freshen up before making our way back out again to Jazz Republic. The venue, also, was not too far from the apartment, although dusk over the river slowed us down somewhat as we crossed a bridge to reach it.

The bar itself was below street level, and full of small tables with benches around the room, and chairs in the centre, all facing a small stage. We were shown to our table towards the back, then ordered drinks while we waited for the music to start.

Bopped (mostly) along to 45 minutes of Blues before calling it a night (the band hadn't even made it through a full 3 songs by this point. It was a little indulgent) and taking a scenic walk back across Charles Bridge and 'home' for another night.

Pastries for breakfast in the apartment, we headed out fairly early for a trip out of the city to the village of Karlstejn. Found our way to a train station nearby, no thanks to Google Maps, and after some confusion over platforms, eventually figured out where we were supposed to be and waited for our train.

Great excitement arose when the train that pulled in was a double decker. Straight to the top deck, we each found window seats and sat back to enjoy the journey. Alighting the train, Clair and I were transported back to Ayutthaya as we clambered across the tracks to leave the station. Followed a small crowd into the village, up-hill all the way.

Decided to stop for an early-ish lunch before continuing the climb up to the main attraction, the castle. Found ourselves in a traditional restaurant with a terrace from where we could watch people making their own journeys up to the castle; some by foot, others by horse and cart. Thoroughly enjoyed our helpings of roast boar served with sauerkraut, red cabbage, and potato dumplings. Were also quite grateful for the sprinkling of rain that came down while we sat under the protection of a large parasol.

Our strength regained, we braved a move and carried on the rest of the way to the castle. Just in time for the next English speaking tour, we headed to the meeting point and were soon being led to the first chamber. Enjoyed the perfect dose of historic fact, and were really impressed by the castle itself, with its stunning views of the village below, and surrounding forest.

The journey back into Prague was straightforward, and we slightly sneakily opted to go one stop further into the city than our tickets technically allowed, taking us closer to the Old Town. As we wandered back towards civilisation, we passed another of the gate towers, this time the Powder Tower, and decided to climb up for an alternative view over the city. It was interesting to observe the contrast between here and the view over the Lesser City, with fewer red rooves this time, and more modern buildings peeping through here and there.

Back at the bottom, the view had given us our bearings, so we carried on towards the Old Town Square, via a bar where we ordered 'mixed beer', a tasty combination of Pillsner and dark beer. We were slightly disappointed by its appearance when it arrived, having seen it in on or two bars previously sitting very much like balsamic and olive oil, but we were pleased with the taste nevertheless.

Tummies rumbling, we made our way to a Vietnamese restaurant that we'd spotted the previous evening hidden in a convenience store. Prague is renowned for its Vietnamese, and we were not at all disappointed here. Pho was delicious, although a little warm between the steam from our dishes, and the spice from Stuart's fried duck. Sweating, we decided to go in search of ice cream to cool us down.

Crème de la Crème had an amazing selection, and their 'medium' portions were incredibly generous. I was super excited to find lavender ice cream outside of Norfolk, and had a scoop mixed with one of chocolate. We all ended up a melty mess (some of us more than others) as we sat outside on the steps of Prague City Hall.

Defeated by our enormous ice creams, we walked back along the river once again, stopping a while to watch boats passing through a lock. One of the boats had a jazz band on board, so once we returned to the apartment we were inspired to have an evening of jazz ourselves as we played cards before bed.

Hoping to beat the crowds, we set off to Prague's own castle at a reasonable hour. Took the most direct route in the hope of saving our feet. Some confusion over to actually enter the castle (sign-posting in Prague is not the best), but we eventually found our way in and joined the queue for tickets.

Collectively, we wouldn't recommend Prague Castle. St Vitus Cathedral was pretty, and the views from the castle were good, but otherwise we spent the day feeling like sheep being herded from one place to another, and found ourselves getting more than a little angry at groups of tourists in their swathes.

When we finally managed to escape, we decided to head straight to a monastery with a brewery where we enjoyed a stiff drink and our second beef goulash, served this time with two varieties of dumpling, and slices of bread for dipping in the gravy. Just what we needed!

From the brewery, we followed some of another route from our handy leaflet, which took us again off the beaten track and past another couple of beautiful churches, and along a stunning little street, Nový Svět, reminiscent of Norwich's Elm Hill. It was as we wandered along this street that clouds began to gather. Having been so lucky on the previous days of our trip, I had left my brolly behind, and Clair her poncho...

We had just reached the bottom of the castle steps when the heavens opened. Cobbles had proved tricky enough to navigate up to this point, but they became even more treacherous in the rain. So we slipped and slid our way to shelter sharing Stuart's umbrella and Sarah's rain jacket, and tried to figure out our next move.

Fortunately, rain drove us into an archway where we found a really lovely souvenir shop with lots of local art in the form of magnets, mugs, postcards and beer mats. Next door we stumbled across a craft beer café, so stayed a while as I made my way steadily through 750ml of passionfruit sour.

Rain clouds cleared, we were lured back outside by the reappearance of sunshine, and made our way via Charles Bridge back to the Old Town Square in the hope of climbing another tower and to embrace the Astronomical Clock experience. Got as far as the ticket office in the Old Town Hall, and discovered that entry to the tower was considerably more than we'd been paying for other towers, so chose to give it a miss.

Back outside, we were just in time to see the clock doing its thing. Experience over all too soon, we'd got a taste for Vietnamese the previous evening, so headed off to find Banh Mi at another restaurant recommendation. We found Banh Mi Makers tucked away in a little courtyard, so found a table where we enjoyed fresh mango rolls, fresh summer rolls, and Banh Mi filled with duck, and traditional pork.

Also similarly to the previous evening, we then returned to Crème de la Crème (for smaller portions this time); less for cooling properties this time, and more for a little something sweet. Chilled out at the apartment with prosecco and more games for our last night in the city.

A leisurely check-out meant that we managed a semi lie-in on our final morning. Headed back to Globe for another brunch, which turned rather dramatic when the heavens opened and we huddled together under an umbrella to eat.

Content that the rain had ceased at least for a moment once we'd finished our food, we made our way to a nearby tram stop and took the tram to the main station where we planned to leave our luggage and figure out how we'd make our way to the airport later in the day. Feeling highly productive after leaving our luggage in a locker, and purchasing four bus tickets to the airport, we braved the rain once more, and moved in the direction of the Jewish Quarter.

Wandered a while; hum-ing and ha-ing about whether to visit the Jewish Museum (we decided against it in the end, as it felt quite expensive after other attractions we'd enjoyed), and ooh-ing and aah-ing at pretty buildings. 

(rungs missing from the ladder to stop people climbing up to the roof in search of the Golem..)

It seems that no matter where you are in Prague, you always find yourself back at the river. On this occasion, we crossed over yet another new bridge, taking us back to the Lesser Town where we hoped we might find a drink stop. Crowds of tourists kept driving us on, and before we knew it we were crossing the Charles Bridge one last time, and headed back again to the Old Town.

As the rain got progressively heavier, we decided it was a good opportunity to find a drink, so when we stumbled upon a pub with self-serve beer taps at the tables, we were set. Stayed a while, enjoying our drinks and slightly unusual atmosphere before making a move to find food ('linner').

Mostly happy with our food selection on Day 1 (oh, the pickled cheese..), we returned to Kolkovna, this time to a branch nearer the station. Here I enjoyed my final schnitzel, Sarah had wild boar with gingerbread dumplings, Stuart had a leg of goose, and Clair went for one more helping of goulash. Great excitement then ensued when we realised that the restaurant was serving the mystical 'mixed beer' looking all Insta-worthy.

The walk back to the station was without a map, as by this point streets and landmarks had familiarity. Our bus journey to the airport was straightforward, and the airport process itself was so simple that we were able to sit in a pub enjoying yet more mixed beers, and playing a final game of Catan.

Prague, it was a great pleasure. I'll definitely be back one day (perhaps with sturdier shoes for excessive cobble action..)!