The hart beat is in the river. It pulses two times a day, and functions on a no less sophisticated way than our own vascular system in regards to its surrounding environment, but with a vast array of content. Some of this content certainly makes every swim in the river slightly more exiting than else where, knowing that electric eels, violent pink dolphins, penis-fish, crocodiles, crocodile-eating-anacondas and anaconda-eating-piranhas swims freely around me. My neighbors dog at Ilha das Onca was by the way eaten a couple of weeks ago.

But this is presumably a natural consequence of a hyper-alive reality, where the way is: eat AND be eaten, which is, looking at quality of life, way more useful than having the curse of being conscious of the possibility of being eaten all the time, as we humans has managed to develop. This world is certainly a bit chilly on me (being used to that Striking-Snake (huggorm) is the most, and Only dangerous thing of Norwegian wildlife), but at the same time somewhat seductive; being immediate close to certain death, similar to the pitch black sea while sailing offshore alone in the night. If I trip, I`m dead. A feeling that the power of the apple is wearing of, in addition to a slight inspiration emitted by the still primordial-minded animals. No filters between, no security nets to catch if I fail, no possible help (sorry mom). Glimpsing true chaos through the blended layers of a highly sophisticated order. It`s amazing what it`s possible to get used to!

Unfortunate for this, and most other parts of the world, humans broke out of their prehuman metaphysical habitat (while still being able to talk snake, ending up eating apples, must be trippy) and created their own artificial structure in between appropriate layers of primordial relative function. This “outside world” proved way too dangerous and complicated for us to survive in without more artificial stuff like plastic and aluminium.
Even though the “well watered” Amazon is possible the worlds most alive area, it is straight out horrendous to see how it is treated. It acts as the public renovation system; is your TV broken, throw it in. Is the trash bin of your restaurant full (and you happen to be located on the riverbank) throw it in. Do you produce aluminium? Lie about accidental emissions of highly toxic waste (throw it in). Eden is being destroyed. Maybe it had been better if Eve was eaten?

More on that later.

Ok, so a quick update (I promise, im not actually nihilistic, life still has meaning, and it`s worth fighting for the continuity of it. Just need to say; shame on you Europe, bad morality. 1492 was NOT a start of something good).

Without Daniel and Christiane in “Thorben” I`ve probably been robbed, shot, robbed a bit more, sunken and been thrown out of the country several times by now. Thank you for a crucial education in Amazonian cruising, and for great company!

Oh yes, I`m still living on a boat, in Amazonas. Stuff are interesting, but no matter where you are, life is life, and here life is seriously life.
The last backpacker, Alex, which have sailed with me since Las Palmas (December) continued his journey a couple of weeks ago (All the best to you amigo!), the lifesaving Swiss-Brazilian couple we sailed with since we arrived in Belem where on their limit of permitted stay (before the boat had to be taxed in) and had to leave Soure (which im currently in), Pus has found a new family (buhuuu!! :/)(not the engine “Pus”, shes still here and now finally working again), meaning i`m now truly solo again. First time since Portugal! It`s amazing how quickly one learn a language when absolutely no one talks English, aka. my Portuguese has gone from being non-existent to only be pretty shit, which is a tremendous development in my eyes!

Otherwise I use a lot of time on educating my self in the best way possible for the inevitable future, while trying to ignore the continuously growing list of broken things and maintenance on the boat (I &@£€ REALLY HAS TO CONTINUE WORKING ON SOON). For some reason ever since arriving in Brazil everything decided to break down; engine, anchor system, bilge pump, solar panels, wind generator, HF radio, lights, two phones, a hard drive (with all content for the Atlantic crossing ): my MacBook (no more videos, sorry)(containing the photo library and written documents, only backup on the drive that failed), toilet, hatch, in addition to some water leaks (it`s rain-season, it seriously rains a lot atm). In addition I also just managed to cut open my foot badly on a hermetic can.
Otherwise I`ve more or less completely given up alcohol and sugar
(no need for substances to dig my head down in the sand with when it is possible to stare reality straight in its eyes all the time!)(and no, no other substances either), are fasting for 18-20 hours every day and have gotten a tremendous hangup on Frèdèric Chopin and C.Jung. I`m not going insane, promise. Isolation just implies less boundaries of self allowed existence-exploration.

Further plan?
Sailing north to French Guiana/Suriname (in a month or two) before probably staying in Tobago/Grenada until the end of hurricane season.

Miss you all!
// Martin

Atlantic Explored – Entrada do Amazònia

Just a super quick update, We have crossed!

Everything went smooth, still floating, mast still standing, we did NOT run out of butter, cheese or chilli-sauce (no pun intended), and nothing broke!

We used 17 days on 1800nm, startet pretty rough with F 8-9 first two days, after that stable sailing wind with only two days of no wind. Made seven cakes, caught two fish, lost all fishing-gear (not proud of that), was accompanied by a huge Blue Marlin for a while (see pic), did not throw each other (or our self) overboard!

Alex found true love while traveling

Closing in on the South American continent we got (two) a reel taste of tropical storms, as from going from no wind to F 10 (full storm) in matter of 2 minutes, lying flat in the water, bitch black darkness, trying to de-rig spinnaker pole and reefing mainsail, and not filling the boat with water. Pretty happy the seawater temp. is about 30 degrees and not 2 when beeing washed down.

Master Oogway 900nm offshore

The water changed from true-blue to brown-green, the smell of freshwater and vegetation accompanied by birds and surprisingly butterflies waked as second layer of fluid on the sea, and finally a green horizon under the ever changing massive sky formations, an amazing feeling of beeing welcomed back to earth, where apes thrive. Ocean are something we may master, never conquer, coexist with, but not inhibit.

We finally found the marina (I just hoped still existed, the only one in a city with two million people), when gazing upon the might number of sailboat- masts; three. We are now the only non-Brazilian boat in this massive city, and entrance of Amazonas. This country is a wasp hive of internal conflicts (more on that later), and the crime-rate has really gone through the roof last years.

Brazil is a seriously new chapter for this expedition and the plan for now is to stay for a good while. Lots of work to be done! The possibility of going further up-river seems unlikely because of the pirate activity, in addition to the already challenging environment of anchoring in the rivers.

For now we rest, get through a good list of maintenance on the boat, and enjoy the tastes of this fantastic land.


Olivia and Felix has departed to continue their adventures (all the best to you guys!), and Alex remains for the time being, slaving away with the production of mosquito nets.

Unfortunately my MacBook has died, so Im not able to put out any more videos :/ More content of Brazil will follow in not too long!

VLOG; Le France, au Gulfo de Viscaya

“Øff?” – the more or less only word in my French vocabulary which might lead to breakfast. The lovely old lady which held (lived?) in the local cafe and creperie looked at me as if I where from a different planet. Luckily Mathias had about 2000% more than me words in his repertoar, and we ended up having our first meeting with the french kitchen, this early morning in September.

Here in L`aber Wrach met we for the first time the challenge of languages, and when not speaking the language, you`re a stranger in a very different manner. You do represent a challenge to everyone you meet, in terms of mostly communicating through body language, and to this Bretagnian woman of about 65, English was about as Greek for her as French was for us, with only German as third language. She decided to have her morning coffee together with us, and it all ended up beeing a really nice breakfast with conversations across French/Norwegian, and what we talked about neither could say, but it did`t matter. To her we represented nothing else than two overtired, happy and mostly grateful trolls who had`t seen anything but each other and water for a few days.
To others we might represent tourists, sailors, smuglers, friends, competition, walking wallets, or something reassembling aliens from a different part of the world with unknown opportunities to do what ever we want.

It was hard to leave the culinary feast the French kitchen and food supplies offered, but felt great to finally set sail across the Biscay. We waited for the weather for about two weeks and through two storms, as crossing mid September is fairly late for this area.
In La Coruna we met Alibaba, which are now in Rio, Brazil. Further we sailed to Vigo, Biona and Porto, where Mathias disembarked to continue hes journey, and I became solo-sailor.

Chilli in Hot-Sauce

Sumpen i Southampton er endelig en tid vi ser tilbake på, og kan endelig ta del Frankrikes kulinariske orgie.

old boats-1Etter et direkte-seilas på snaut to døgn fra Lymington/Southampton skled vi rett etter soloppgang rolig inn i en liten Bretagnsk (Fransk) postkort-landsby, L`Aber Wrach.
Vi finner umiddelbart det eneste lille Creperiet som er åpent så tidlig, og klarer med Mathias`s lingvistiske teknikker å hoste opp noen franske ord som tilslutt fører til den første smaken av Frankrike.LeFrance-1.jpg

Her finner jeg også båten Oda, med Per og Elisabeth i “Oda”, to ringrever i seilermiljøet, som var rundt kloden for noen år siden, hadde nå vært en svipptur nedover i Europa og var på vei hjem.

GB Brest-1Vi er den neste uken litt frem og tilbake mellom Camaret Surmer, Brest og området rundt for å finne nogenlunde ok ankringsplasser for høststormene som rullet inn over Biscaya og Nord-Atlanteren. En natt ligger vi riktig nokk over på siden som om vi skulle krysset i stiv kuling, men da til ankers. Undertegnede ble sjøsyk den natten. Vi driftet også ca 100m.

Her blir vi også boret av den Franske kystvakta. Fire godt væpnede solide karer som endevendte Chilli. Heldigvis fant de ingenting av interesse!


Pus blir frisk

Etter den plutselige tømmingen av motorolje utenfor Wales har vi vært nødt til å holde et skarpt øye på Pus`s blodtrykk, og behandlet henne svært pent. Vi tok derfor ikke ut mer enn ca 60% kraft, da det så ut som oljeforbruket var vesentlig lavere da, men hastigheten på båten led selvfølgelig deretter. Etter den endelige sjekken på verkstedet i “sump-elv nr 3” ble det konstatert at under overhalingen for halvannet år siden har vi brukt en uoriginal pakning til girhuset, av et helt annet materialet enn det som skal være der, som resulterte i at den var blitt presset ut og gått i oppløsning hele veien rundt. 12 timers arbeid og Pus malte igjen.


Biscaya seil-1

The Hot-Sauce (18.09)

Biscaya har et mer enn velkjent renomme når det kommer til vær. Det er naturligvis også grunnen til at vi fortsatt sitter fast i Camaret Surmer, ettersom det fantastisk uforutsigbare høstværet allerede har startet. Vær-vinduene flytter seg kontinuelig, og muligheten med å bruke en ekstra uke på å gå indre veien via bla. LaRochell (der Chilli er bygget!) er noe vi vurderer.

27.09.18 Vi Har krysset.

Vi har nå seilt fra det Grå til det Blå Havet.


67 timer i noe som minnet svært om Norsdjøen, men heldigvis med roligere forhold. God stabil bris, opp i mot liten kuling og 2-3m bølger ble nesten en skuffelse etter alt vi hadde hørt om dette fryktede farvannet. Det var fortsatt det lengste seilaset Chilli har vært igjennom, noe som i seg selv var en interresant affære, “når var i går, og er det frokost eller middagstid?”-følelsen.

LaCoruna Fog-1

Vi møtte den tredje dagen en vegg av tåke, som heldigvis var lettere nærmere land, hvorav tilslutt tårnene rundt La Coruna steg frem. Det som tar oss i mot på brygga er fire Norske karer som ser ut til å være like ukjente med andre tryner enn hverandres som vi var. AlibabaD4R hadde seilt direkte fra Irland til La Coruna, seks døgn, og hadde satt beina på brygga to timer før oss. Dette endte i en solid bytur. Alibaba-1Fiskebåt-1

UK, Done.

((Nå må jeg omsider få ut et par bloggposter, så kommer et par etter hverandre her!))


Vi flyter nesten. I hvert fall et par ganger i døgnet når tidevannet er så lavt at vi hører kjølen suge seg fast i den blågrå gjørmebunnen langs Southamptons massive container-slagmark.

England Chilli på bunn-1

Southampton er Englands “Yachting – Capital”, og så og si hva som helst kan skaffes av båtdeler og ekspertise. Dette er umåtelig praktisk iom at det går i filler ting på båter Hele tiden, og dermed være rustet for fire år i “kokosnøtt-land” er det mye som bør være på plass (alternativt til å sitte med sitt lange skjegg i postkassa i verdensdeler der postkasse er et svært sjeldent fenomen).

Her har vi vært en uke.
Etter fire dager i Sumpen, lengre opp i byen ( der vi hadde Lierbyen på nordsiden, og Kabul og Baghdad på sørsiden, med halve Englands båtindustri i midten.
Vi la oss oss diskret på en gammel brygge midt i elva i håp om å ikke bli sett…
Et lite opprør mot alternativene som er 40-60 pund pr natt i marina. Der ble vi kastet ut etter fire dager da det dukket opp noe som så ut til å være fostret opp i elva(Shrek?), og forlangte 210 pund. Vi slapp heldig vis unna ved å kaste fortøyningene umiddelbart.

Cliffs of dover-1

Heldigvis har vi fått unna enormt mye arbeid. Nå gjenstår bare en mystisk og dessverre omfattende oljelekasje fra motoren (PUS ER SYK!), dieselfilter, mastevogner, ventilasjonsluke, fjerning av spillolje i kjølsvin og service på jollemotor. Nesten i mål altså.

Nå gleder vi oss mer enn noengang til varmere strøk, og ikke minst være i stand til å ha mer fokus på Plastprosjektet og Hvorfor vi er på tur, ikke bare båtbåtbåtbåtbåtbåt.

VLOG: Highland Sailing

Almost burned down the boat, run aground three times and got jamed in a locker door. Happy days.

Beautiful passage through the historic highlands on the Caledonian Canal, reaching from Inverness to Fort WIlliam. A weird feeling sailing high up in the mountains!