Bonnie Tsui and the reason people swim

GBasically it’s like this: Whoever stops running, stands still. If you stop swimming, you have a problem. The question of why we swim is existential. The answer can only be given by those who swim. If you don’t swim, you’re sure to drown. Who swims, maybe survives.

Guðlaugur Friðþórsson capsized on March 11, 1984 with the crew of the fishing trawler Hellisey VE 503 off the coast of Iceland’s Westman Islands. Two men drowned instantly, three began to swim. The coast was four miles away, the North Atlantic water five degrees cold. Friðþórsson made it. Since then he has been known as the “seal man”.

The layer of fat on his body, two to three times thicker than the average population, had isolated him. And before the joggers complain: even walking upright sometimes saves lives. After climbing ashore from the Atlantic on his home island of Heimaey, Friðþórsson had to walk more than a kilometer across a cold lava field through the frosty winter air to his hometown. Standing still would have meant death.

Bonnie Tsui swims

Bonnie Tsui tells the story of the Icelandic fisherman right at the beginning of her book Why We Swim, and it runs like a thread through the work, like a swimming line. Tsui flies to Iceland to speak to Friðþórsson, which he does, with the reluctance of a man who thinks even the most unbelievable stories shouldn’t be told too often.

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