After a leisurely breakfast we were whisked from our hotels in a flurry of taxies to a sleepy jetty then on to our sturdy wooden ship. We arrived under the watchful eye of flocks of Frigate birds and after finding our cabins and going through a kayak brief we lifted anchor and sail for the Islands of Misool. Steaming south, we enjoyed the view as we passed between the jungled Islands of Salawati . . .
Our expedition began in Isafjordur, a small town of a couple of thousand Icelanders nestled in the West fjords. Our “crew” of paddlers and sailors, hailed from all corners of the world – Finland, Iceland, Australia the UK and the USA. After a quick kayak fit-out and gear allocation we set off to a nearby fjord for our first night aboard. Taking advantage of the long summer days and the shelter of the fjord, we . . .