Arriving at Stocken

We arrived the previous day – five people packed down in a small car, with the kayaks on the trailer and Vlado on his motorbike. When reaching the camping, Freek unfolded his foldable kayak while the rest of us admired the sunset.

Gray, gray and more gray

The next day we left Stocken Camping after packing the kayaks with all our luggage. My lavvo – an eight person, 3-meter high teepee tent – we managed to stuff down into Freek’s kayak together with our sleeping gear. I had the rest of our stuff in my kayak together with the lunch, snacks and fruit. Breakfast, water and supper had been divided between the kayaks.

It started raining and the tide was high when we took off. To me it seems magical and deeply inspiring when kayaking in silent, rainy weather – especially in the Swedish archipelago. The passing ships, the little lighthouses and the tall cairns on the surrounding islands. Canada geese, great cormorants, wild flowers and green, mossy rocks.


The wind was not in favourable for visiting the outer edges of the archipelago that day, so instead we stayed closer to the bay and rowed towards Kälkerön, where we wanted to stay the first two nights. It was windy as we fought our way to the island in the end of the day.

We pulled the kayaks out of the water and took a closer look at the island. We agreed to raise the tent at the shore of a little bay in the middle of Kälkerön. As Freek and I started putting up the tent, the others rowed the kayaks onto the bay and placed them next to the camp.

As we settled in and unpacked our stuff, Nikolaj prepared a nice spaghetti bolognese on the trangias. It began raining again and we entered the tent. Before falling asleep, Henrik, Kira and Nikolaj made themselves some Irish coffee and Nikolaj proved yet again that he is an excellent tour leader.