12/10/2025
There's those days a sailor asks him-/herself how in the f**ksake it ever came to mind to choose a seafaring carreer. Away from home and family most of the time, sleepness nights, PSC scrupulously searching for something to write in their report solely for own satisfaction, or being treated by authorities as if being the re-incarnation of Bin Laden in person.
Then... there's those moments that cannot be substituted by anything else. (Possibly so, in that case ignorance is bliss.) Like a Spain approach on a Sunday morning with a plate of tapas and a cold cerveza looming on the horizon.
Have a peaceful sunday everyone!
