The next morning when I got out of the tent, I saw one of the igloo tents of the neighbors stuck against the fence. It seemed they bailed out and the tent blew away.
It was still pretty windy and a bumpy ride to the island seemed to be ahead. We drove to the harbour and checked in. While loading the crew seemed to make it a sport to have the cars park as close as possible. I had to enter the ferry in reverse, then my left mirror was folded away and I had to follow instructions. The car ended up less then 5 cm from the other car. Impressive.
Even though the ferry was a catamaran the ride was in deed bumpy. Mo had taken some motion sickness pill and for me standing in the fresh air and aiming for a horizon got me to the other end.
Once off the ferry we stopped to make lunch and then drove to see if the camping spot I had picked was available. It was and it was perfect, at 50 meters from the sea between some trees. We decided we would rest and enjoy the surroundings for the rest of the afternoon and find out what to do the next day.
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