Waiting the storm in Gedser
With the shittiest forecast ever, I waited a few days in Gedser for the blow to pass.
First day, recovery
After my late arrival and the thunderstorm broadcasting disco-lights in my cabin, I slept quite late in the morning and in the afternoon I decided to go explore the surrounding by bike. It was supposed to be a relaxing tour but with the wind blowing as it did, at times it was more akin to suffering than active recovery. It was nice, though, and I enjoyed the landscape (and the ability to find some organic fruits in a local store).
Nice weather, wouldn't you say?
That's the boat I passed a bit too close to last night.
Most of the cycling today was done on that type of road with smallish field on both sides or woodlands.
I got caught in one of these while cycling at some point, that wasn't the nicest.
A bit of guitar improvisation to round up the day.
Second day, absolutely nothing
The second day of waiting was mostly that, waiting. A bit of cooking, a bit of music, a short walk and that was it. I asked help of a neighbour to try fish one of my line on a pillar that had got tighten under the water. We started talking and decided to have dinner together. A relaxing evening (and of course he was German, German sailors are the most social beings it seems).
Third day, When will it stop?
This was the worst day in terms of wind and conditions in the harbour. At some point I measured wind greater than 22kts in the harbour at ground level. I didn't do much that day, and went to bed rather early so I could try to sail early the next day.
Better triple check my lines.
and check yet another time.
Those fellow struggled to get in the harbour in these conditions. Fortunately for them, we were a bunch ready to help them get moored when they reached the harbour.
