
Risteily M/S Kristina Reginalla:
Helsinki - Visby - Kööpenhamina - Lerwick - Torshavn - Seydisfjördur - Akureyri - Isafjördur- Reykjavikhttp://www.kristinacruises.com/
28.6.2007 Lerwick, shetlandinsaaret, Skotlanti


Lähden heti ensiksi pois kaupungista ja vihreälle niemelle katsomaan maisemia ja merta. Lerwick on harmaita kivitaloja, mäkisiä katuja,
vihreitä nummeja, merta ja
Maisemat ovat henkeäsalpaavia ja kaikki on niin vihreätä. Hengitän
Täällä ihmisillä ei ole mihinkään kiire vaan elämä kestää koko eliniän. Hautausmaalla hautakiviin on kaiverrettu koko ihmisten elämä.
Satamassa on kyltti jossa

Merellä aurinko paistaa suoraan sydämeeni ja saa kylmän pysymään poissa. Kolme miekkavalasta ui vastaan ja kruunaavat päiväni!!! Ilta-auringon

Eilisen myrskyn jälkimainingit keinuttavat laivaa ja meri

English translation...
Sun is shining and the sky is crystal clear. We are already closing in the harbour of Lerwick and grand, steep cliffs with green moorlands are escorting our way. The scenery is breathtaking beautiful and I get the chills again. I'm feeling irie and posing for the pictures that I ask the others to take of me. The weather is warm and mellow. At last we are arriving to the rocky town and this time I'm almost running out of the boat. Grannies can step off of my way, here I go again!
I will leave straight away the town and head for the green promontory to watch the scenery and the sea. Lerwick is grey stone houses, steep and hilly streets, green moorlands, sea and cliffs. I'm watching down to Lovers Loan and am living like this is the last day on earth.
The view is driving me breathless and everything is so green. I breathe the ocean, hold the sun in my hand and feel the scent of the meadows. Lerwick is nature and peace, stony houses and scottish jargon that you cannot make out. Here people don't have to rush anywhere but living is really lasting the whole lifetime. In the graveyard the tombstones are carved with people's whole life story. And beneath that are the spouses' names that burn to their hearts all the memories that are left for their burden. Rocky roads will never end.
In the harbour there's a sign that drinking alcohol is prohibited by 500 pound fine. For that even I cannot afford now, so I search a real scottish pub and climb aboard to Captain Flint's ship. My soul is on fire in the pubs of Lerwick,
Simmer Dim makes my mind just melting and Old Scatness ain't no bad either. I feel irritated because our ship is leaving soon and I ask just one more White Wife, before I have to leave disappointed. Here I could stay and listen to old 'sea beard's' stories, hitting the pints on the table and chat with Czech barmaid, who escaped her country to live here in peace and isolation. My mind is still high and I march to the ship with time galore, 3 minutes before deadline.
On the sea the sun is shining straight into my heart and keeps the cold away. Three killer whales swim towards and crowns my day! The evening sun's traces on the sea are leading the ship forward and sulas are hovering in the air, being as free as my mind that would not soon be able to take anything more to be reaching the fulfillment. The surge from yesterday's storm is still rocking the boat gently and the sea is like a waving velvet, even though we are crossing the Shetland basin and there's one thousand meter of water beneath us. I'm on the sunset's path and I think what will tomorrow look like...
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