ALL PHOTOS C/O SAMPSON BOATGREENLAND VOYAGE
One of the oldest boats built by Baglietto of
Varazze, Italy, and one of the fi rst bermudan
cruising yachts ever built, Sincerity has led an
eventful and colourful life. She was originally
christened Janua, but has been through
several diff erent names and owners since
then. Her interior is decorated with veneered
panels that were taken from the Orient
Express, depicting astrological symbols and
constellations. She boasts a mysterious bullet
hole in the woodwork of the saloon, and there
are rumours of a vintage Playboy photoshoot
in the very same place. In the 1980s she ran
aground on a reef in the Bahamas, but was
subsequently rescued and restored – although
surprisingly, she retains much of her original
interior. Recently she has been cruised
extensively between northern Europe, the
USA and the Caribbean. This summer she
covered more than 7,000 miles, arriving in the
Mediterranean just in time for Panerai’s
Régates Royales in Cannes, and is due some
tlc in Italy this winter. She is planked with
three inches of teak over a mixture of steamed
and sawn oak frames.LOA
95ft (28.9m)
LW L
66ft (20.1m)
BEAM
16ft 7in (5m)
DRAUGHT
10ft 5in (3.2m)
SAIL AREA
2,300sq ft (213.6m^2 )SINCERITY
Our fi rst charter was nearly over and the weather had
turned a bit dreary, so we started out on our return
journey south. On and on we motored, through an
indeterminate day and night – fog and icebergs, whales
and seals, tea and biscuits, and the endless chugging of
our reliable Volvo to lull us to sleep after a long watch.
We reached Nuuk again, and having switched charter
guests, went for another short trip closer to the capital.
Having sailed up the beautiful Nuuk fjord and into more
thick ice, we struggled to fi nd a protected anchorage, but
when we did, were rewarded with a view to die for and
evening light that seemed to vibrate with electricity.
The next day, and a little further south, we came
across an abandoned fi shing village, and we
wandered around the eerie settlement with Sincerity
anchored in the little bay.
August came upon us before we knew it, and it was
time for us to prepare for our Atlantic crossing. The
owner and the guests dispersed, but we found a couple
of enthusiastic locals to make up the numbers. After a
few days of hard work, we departed for Gibraltar, a
mere 2,500 miles away. Exciting as it was to head back
to warmer climates, we were sad to leave. We had
covered many miles but had seen only a fraction of what
this land has to offer. The culture and the nature that we
had encountered was so powerful, and yet its power
seemed somehow reserved, and quiet.Above: High
latitude cruising
at its best
Left: The land
where the sun
never sets