We’ve been riding up the boat all morning, crossings always tend to a messier boat than nesseccary and today is the moment when all carpets get washed and cleaned as well.
I find a bag on the pier laying between all the stuff we’ve thrown of board while cleaning. It has a paper on it.
He has no time to come over for dinner, I check on him at Facebook. That’s a bit sad, I live to meet locals. It’s what traveling is about, right?
Fredrik prepares fish n chips and the wooden cups that Ingvild talked me in get well used.