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Tha Saltstraumen is a rough thing. When approaching, our speed increase to 3-4 knot, then to 5, then 6, as we saw the stream taking us under the bridge, we had a little stress to raw to a quiet harbour, where we could wait for the good time.
As landed, we met a musician, who drove us to the shop, and eat some spaguettis, to have somethings in.
From the bridge, the stream looks like a big river with a lots of different maelstroms, where our boat could sink... lots of differents and opposite streams, impressive...
when it´s the strongest, the stream can reach the speed of 30 knots, with fenrir, our best is now 6.2, but when we passed, we reached 7.6knots and it was quiet...
Flo was onboard, triing to stear in the streams... we had good informations and a man was looking at us from a house where he can say when to go.
After that, a few hours of quiet sailing and one of rowing brings us in the big harbour of Bodø, where two peopple was having a fight... good to be back to big cities...
we put our sleeping bags in the Kai and be awake by a little rain, set up the cover, even not wet!
the sun was back soon to shine on the national day, music and watch the nice traditionnal costumes, women are beautifull but the men just wear a classic costume, that´s bit poor... but their is graet also, you´ll see that on pictures soon.
a good streeet encounter brings us to a folk danse party, food , drinks and talk.. and dansing, their danse,line or circles, looks really like our so wre could join with a great pleasure.
the next morning we left for the first open sea journey, where Fenrir handled it quiet well, followed for a time by Kai and his ship, Larke. last advises and go.

it´quiet impressive to see how this little pack of wooden boards are able to sail after been joined together with some knowledge. the wind is with us for the moment, so maybe we can make some distance.
this night, we slept in a small island, Fleinvaer, small things in the ocean with no trees, cause of the sheeps there for a long time. we found the place where we tried to find a fiddle player but she was tired of her last concert, so we met her husband, a painter. we slept in his workshop, with a nice view to the sea, and Fenrir.
at midnight, the sun disapear and dawn mix to rise in a big colorfull moment. we have some troubles to folow the stars, while no nights.