We anchored off Burgsvik towards the southern end of the island of Gotland
Day 4 – farewell Sweden, heading overnight for Lithuania
While still at anchor, a little morning wander around the foredeck
Getting underway: this time it is the gaff sails rather than the light wind rig
Sailing out of the bay of Burgsviken. We are sailing goose-winged, with the wind aft and one boom each side – you can just see that the job is almost end-on, doing nothing at the moment.
Day 5 – arrival in Klaipeda
Just before 6am through a porthole in the saloon, and time to be on deckNot a good photo, but you can just see two other tall ships, also making their way to Klaipeda. We saw several during the night, with a ghostly glow on their sails.Making our way into the very industrial-looking Klaipeda
A preliminary exploration of some of the tall ships around Klaipeda, pending the proper celebrations starting tomorrow
We hired a couple of bikes for some explorationBikes on the bike rack on the ferryLooking to some of the tall ships as we make our way across the river to the national park on the spit of land on the other side.We’ve cycled across the spit of land, and reached the sea, and a lovely beach.Cycling part of the Iron Curtain Trail, European cycle route number 13 – we didn’t quite manage the whole 10,400km. We do find a few geocaches, before making our way back to the ferry – via an ice cream shop.
Day 6 – Klaipeda
Lithuanian legend tells of an ancient tribe, who worshipped the sun and fire, that once lived along the banks of the Akmena river. The time came when the tribe needed to find a new place to settle, so they sent out their bravest hunters – two fair-haired and blue-eyed brothers, Deer and Wolf – in search of a place for the tribe’s new home. The brothers made their way along the tracks of wild animals and over the oak covered hills when finally from the top of a hill they saw the majestic blue sea stretching before them. They wished to reach the sea so that they could greet her, but between the brothers and the sea lay a boggy marshland. Each brother took a different route to try and find a way around the marsh.
Deer reached the shore and decided that here, where the yellow sand touched the sea, he would bring his tribe, but Wolf, who had followed the river, disappeared forever. As much as Deer called and searched for Wolf, all that he found was a single footprint slowly sinking into the muddy bog. Deer returned to his tribe and brought them to the new found area to live and for generations the stories of Deer’s adventures and the tale of Wolf’s fruitless quest were told. As time passed much of the story was forgotten except for the part where Wolf was lost forever and all that was found was his “lost footprint” (klai peda).
A couple more tall ships while out for a morning runOut for an exploration of the cityMusicians entertaining the crowds for the tall ships festival.
How often do you see Omani bagpipers on a Czech ship in Lithuania?
We then went on for interesting explorations of RNOV Shaban Oman II and NVe Cisne Branco, both modern three-masted square-riggers, of the Omani and Brazilian navies respectively.
Lucy at the wheel of RNOV Shabab Oman II, of the Omani navy.
Me at the wheel of NVe Cisne Branco, of the Brazilian navy.
And so it was time to head to the airport, after a short but enjoyable holiday with Trinovante once more.