next day...

I was woken up by Andrew’s visit. He’s a Pole living here with his wife. Very nice people. I visited them in their house... barefoot... again:) Afterwards, I moved the yacht closer to yacht clubs. I am using plural since there are two of them, next to each other and competing for each newly coming yacht. People are very kind here and they have a “fantastic” accent, but the city itself is not safe.
Many of the yachts I know from the previous ports are moored close to me; we ate supper together (you can’t imagine how delicious a fresh meal can be after so many days at sea), and we spend the evening spinning sailors’ tales.