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A sea voyage, that's funny, ...

In the morning we passed the Shetland Islands, in the evening we stopped at the Faroe Islands. We had rough seas the whole time and accordingly some unhappy faces. I held on bravely, but on this day of the crossing a tablet was necessary. Right on time for the stopover in Tórshavn it got better again.

I slept two nights in the belly of the ship and always had an ear for the unfamiliar noises. The clapping of the waves against the hull, the work of the metal during stronger deformations, the ventilation ... plus the sometimes strong rocking movements. These two nights were also short for me. Finally, after almost 48 hours of travel, the east coast of Iceland came into sight. From initially distant high mountains with cloud caps, everything in shades of blue-green-gray, the entrance to the 16 km long Seyðisfjörður fjord gradually developed.

We passengers had 15 minutes 2 hours before landing to bring luggage to the vehicles. Up and down stairs, all in a crowd. Phew. Now all cabins were free and cleaned. So waiting in the corridors and restaurants was the order of the day until the ship actually docked in Seyðisfjörður harbor. Everyone rushed to the vehicles, while pedestrians waited at the gangway.

The motorcyclists had to free the bikes carefully tied up at the beginning of the journey from the straps again. Then they got on and there was already a signal to start the exit. What a spectacle for the motorists.

Estimated 40 motorcyclists were on board and now drive in a long line as the first ones on land.