4 days in total calm, then you can start slowly again in the next week. That's what the young doctor had said on the day of discharge.
On the fifth day, the forces had returned so much and the weather forecast was sufficiently good that next week's recreation could be spent on the boat.
On Sunday afternoon, we passed the Kronborg point, where anglers shoulder to shoulder carved into the large shoals of hornfish that were on the last part of the journey from the Atlantic to the spawning grounds in the shallow waters of the Baltic Sea.
It felt strange, almost a bit forbidden to anduve Gilleleje Harbor on a Sunday afternoon at the same time as the last weekend guests left the harbor.
It was warm and in shirt sleeves we watched the sun sink into the Kattegat, which was mirrorless as far as we could see.
Next day it was even warmer and the sun shone again from a cloudless sky.
We walked around the city, so the gardens, where shrubs and flowers had sprung out, enjoyed the special light green color of the soft, hairy beech leaves and talked to a painter who during the winter had moved his gallery and studio from Copenhagen to Gilleleje and now looking forward to the tourist season.
Everyday at the port out of season was quieter than the week end.
Somewhere two schoolgirls sat talking casually together. A young severely disabled man was taken for a walk on the pier by 3 companions and on a bench near us, a medieval woman enthusiastically introduced a young male refugee into Danish values and rules.
The next day we went on to Helsingborg after filling up the tank with 81 liters of marine diesel, which is almost 50% more expensive than autodiesel.
It was just as hot as the previous day and when we had moored we went up to a cafe where we bought a frapino which we drank on the boat.
I fell asleep in the cockpit and was awakened by a "hello harbor money" by the harbor master, who was Danish and who explained that the swells in the harbor are due to a construction error and that the municipality will have difficulty finding money to repair it.
The next morning we tried guitars in a music store near the harbor, found two we both liked and decided to wait to buy until Daniel had seen the market in Hong Kong.
In the afternoon we went on to Tuborg Harbor, which we breathed a couple of hours later.
Here, the World Match Race Tour held one of a total of 6 events in the lightning-fast m32 catamarans sailed by a 4-man crew.
We got to see the last sailings of the day, borrowed bikes at the harbor and went to dinner with Niklas and Olivia.
The whole next day we spent watching the match race of the world famous sailors and enjoying the international atmosphere in the still exceptionally beautiful weather,
The next day we had lunch with Niklas on the boat, so one of the semifinals, sailed home in the late afternoon and reached Humlebæk at the same time as a cold NW wind signaled that the fine weather was over.
