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Day 50 Leaving Stockholm


Today we said good bye to Charlotte and Geoffrey. Geoffrey only came for a mini break so we were expecting him to go but Charlotte announced she was leaving because she had a job interview to prepare for. It was a shame as she had paid for the trip all the way to Kalmar but in compensation she did the best leg. We all loved Finland so it is not all bad news.

We had run out of gas and had been unable to get a re-fill. We carry three huge bottles and the first bottle lasted from Dover all the way to Tallinn. The second bottle only lasted about 4 days from Tallinn to St Petersburg. I had expected the three bottles to last the whole trip. This left one bottle and it lasted from St Petersburg to Stockholm. The Baltic states use a different gas system to the rest of Europe and the Mediterranean states so buying gas was difficult. I put a posing on the Cruising Association website and immediatly given the same place four times and so that was our next destination. After Charlotte had left we realised that there was no possibility of getting there in a day so I bought a tin of Ravioli which we could microwave for our evening meal. This didn't go down too well but we had a microwave.

On the way out of Stockholm we passed through the narrow channels between the islands and there were many "summer homes" which were immaculate. The wealthy of Stockholm know how to play. The houses have their own Saunas bathing platforms and docks for their boats. It doesn't seem a Socialist country to me.

We left the port heading for an anchorage. As we approached we saw that two of our fleet had anchored in the next bay so we decided to join them. Thanks goodness we did as no sooner had we anchored when we were invited to dine on Bolero, what a stroke of luck. We took wine and cheese and provided the taxi service to the people on Franny B who had also been invited. Maz cooked a delicious meal for eleven on their Swan. Well done.



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