Thursday, 14 November 2013

Beige couple

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

There's an elderly couple in front of us. They're talking about her going to the hospital. Everything is going to be alright, he says.

She's silent for a while. Then she asks: why do I have the feeling that you are talking about the car? 

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Brown horse, brown cow

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

We're walking into the green foliage. I have a feeling that Fatu Hiva is one of those destinations where no one really have been.

I suddenly want to get online but there's no such thing on the island. Why sail halfway around the world to go online?
I start to think about Thor Heyerdahl. He arrived on Fatu Hiva in 1937, hoping to escape civilization. But he didn't get along with the locals. Eventually he and his wife took shelter in a cave, anxious to get home.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Selling, falling

Nina says she is loosing something of herself, selling our beloved little boat. Sure, it's been our home for the last ten years.

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

But I've been struggling with sinusitis and whatnot the last months. Saturday I was coming fog- brained and miserable along the dock in the dark, and misjudging the distance I jumped right out in seemingly nothing before my chest hit the toerail. Nina dragged my out of the water and I had cracked a couple of ribs by the feel of it.