Texan at sea







     
                                                                King George III




So here I am aboard Teddy. That's me in the bosun's chair helping to mend a  halyard. And like our little bird friend, King George III, I am taking a brief respite on Teddy. So I'll be some weeks on board this craft moving deftly through the waves toward understandings and hopes and conversations and other assorted magic. I am a walker. I've sauntered a buncha long through hikes, but this whole seafaring thing is new.

 




Our definitely Viking-looking-with-heart-of-gold policeman. And Teddy functioning as a house, er  . . . boat arrest, location.

Aside from seeing Northern Lights, whales, dolphins, and gloriously colored sunsets, and along with seeing seals popping their almost-human faces out to the water, we got arrested. 


By way of explanation and making a long story long: In May and while in Scotland, I realized that my passport expired in August. Since I knew I was probably going to be at sea in August, and being that there is no way to enter a country with an expired passport, I had the idea of going to the embassy in Edinburgh and getting an Emergency Passport. This passport, by the way, is now in the hands of the authorities. 

Come to find out that the Emergency Passport is not accepted by certain countries, including France, where was held until I did some magic (really!) and was released without a entry stamp into the world of Paris. (Some difficulties arose in Dublin because they did not have me entering the EU!)

So now we sail to Iceland and are asked by the Coast Guard to enter at a certain port so they can guide us through customs and visas. But . . . my dear and deaf friend, Nick, Skipper, owner of Teddy and all around good guy, forgot his passport in Ireland. His passport was sent by a friend special delivery to another friend in Iceland. Nick had the passport sent to the tiny port of Djupivogur. Being the clever fellows we are, we thought to go to Djupivogur (please go ahead and pronounce that) to pick up the forgotten, but now sent, passport.

It was in Djupivogur (I still cannot say this name correctly) that we ran into difficulty with the authorities. No passport or an Emergency Passport do not make for easy entry into a foreign country. Hence, boat arrest until the passport situation gets straightened out. 










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