Here we go, feel strange to leave the island after six months only but now as I’m sitting at bow of the ferry and watching the wast blue in front of me, it feels good. The big blue was always my magnet, every time I’m on it, it feels like home. Yep small boat can shake the heck of of you but nice huge cat is different. Sailing smoothly over the blue with just clouds in my eyesight, and an outlines of main land in distance are what is needed for the rest.

Well typing this is not as much restful but hey the big blue had the inspirational effect on me. Also it will take off my mind from the fact that I’m burning on mid day sun like a crisp.

Hey hey let me get into this ya muppet. Here we go, I’ll tell ya really what it is. My tiny yellow body is fucking burning here and not a chance I’m calm as if i fell overboard I’m f@&€&ng fish bait. All the talks about clouds, yeah fringgin bulshit. Let me on the land so I can walk into first bar I see.

Give me that Frankie, sorry for his rude words but hey he is the grumpy Frankie traveller so what do you expect.

So far he is distracted by local girls aboard but since there are only three good looking I need to quickly finish as he will be back soon to get phone and type some not nice things.

So long for now and let type more when we land.