On board m/v Westgard

A wish is a prediction of  something you are able to achieve.
Goethe.

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Eternal icefields




Underway to Sweden- Utansjo to discharge the logs. Ice all around. I keep forgetting we sail on the Eastsea. It seems we are travelling on land. Together with two other ships we head north. One stronger than Westgard, she breaks the ice, making the journey easier, and one following us in the track.

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