The best and worst part is when you become too accustomed with your passengers that you no longer see them as passengers but as friends… There really is a baby turtoise in Britain who was baptised after me :) How can you not love these people?

And then there is Mavis, my Granny… It’s like we are soul relatives. I can’t wait to go to Britain/Scotland/Ireland/Australia.

My friends are expecting me :)

But until winter, Amadeus Princess will be my home (regardless if I stay on her or not).

Cheers!