A strange pilot on board. He is shouting so loud, he doesn't need a VHF. Apart from repeating the same sentence 3 times he gives wrong advice so mooring is one big mixup. We take a walk. The harbour is crammed with vessels (3 all together) and they are all loading and discharging. We also. Tomorrow we will sail again. The dockers are ready for loading Peat in the hold.
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