Gray gray gray


The view is miserable. The old shift and a visitor are leaving the cockpit and Steffen and I are taking over. 

The environment is gray. It feels easy for me to understand why there might have been rumors in the past about the earth being a disk or just end somehow. We are surfing in a bubble of gray nothing. 

On the AIS we can see several fishing boats. One crossing in less than a half mile distance. But we can’t see it by looking out for it. This answers the question on how fare we probably might see. Not far, less than less of a half mile. 

We are watching Wolf of the Wall Street instead and share a package of crisps. 

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