Mare Nostrum 

Vi havde dårlig sluttet vores high-five før telefonen ringede. Det var Thijs. – “Welcome to Port Saint Louis” lød det begejstret “If you look a little to your port side you can see me. There’s a free berth next to us. Best berth in the marina” Det lød fristende, men vi ville til Port Napoleon. […]

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