Early morning in Brunsbuttel.
4. of May
We left the port of Brunsbuttel early in the morning at 06.00 towards Kiel. The trip was just as boring as Hartwig’s second son, Hillmar had told. The first few hours went well and the trip folded at a speed of about 5.5 knots. When the engine first dropped, I thought it was an isolated incident, probably air somewhere in a fuel line bend. The second time I was already glancing at the tachometer, but I didn’t notice anything in it. For the third time, the revs already dropped enough to be detected on the tachometer. What now? Olav shrugged. Nothing but to continue the journey. The decrease in revolutions became constant every 20-30 minutes and lasted about a minute. Some times the rounds dropped so much that I was already starting to watch the panic rise. It is somewhat impossible in the Kiel Canal unless it just happens to be at the ship’s waiting area or at the ferry. Otherwise, the edges of the canal are sloping. After all, we got to Kiel with honor, although it was already past six in the evening. We docked in the strong northeast wind to the port of Kiel Yacht Club. Olav packed his backpack and left for home, and I was left wondering by Tapani. The task would be enough, the first thought was to secure the supply of the loaf, ie to install that day tank as the original plan had been. Guys arrive tomorrow, can I do / manage to do anything here? In short: no. Evening beers and sleep.
5. of May
I woke up and cranked myself into the shower. All the guys were coming on the same flight and on the same taxi ride. Friday’s weather was saturated with light rain and the temperature was cool +5 C. There would be a few things on the to-do list that should be done with honor so that the bow of the Ariadne could point north.
But most importantly; Ariadne was in Kiel and luckily it was not snowing.