The last day on the ship. At this point in the voyage, the days had long ago ceased to seem so long. The rhythm of the tip had really established itself, and over the past few days it seemed as if as soon as breakfast had passed it was time for lunch, then dinner, then bed. In anticipation of my arrival, and with a bit of melancholy over the fact that I was leaving, I walked around the ship and took some picture.
And… photo dump.