Belgrade 1170

Where is Steve? that was what the crew wondered about this day. He’d taken the turnoff to the club-boat esplanade and won’t be seen for the next time.

Full moon, changing weather, all in all we got up to some internet business but a kind of general unorientated state took overhand in which none of us was able to take the lead.

During the whole time in Belgrade a burger/pizza with ketchup/fast food flash burst out within the crew as of 24/7 availability.