Finally slept as if I were at home. I even woke up in the dead of night utterly confused as to where the hell I am. Happens about twice a week at home but never on the road. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the sea now resembles the famous table cloth. This allows to do the 'Titanic Thing'. Usually, it is not a good idea to go to the forward castle all the way at the ship's bow. You are quite exposed there with almost nothing to grab if a wave washes over it. And wash they do even in rather calm weather. Looks quite spectacular from a save distance.

But frankly, going there is a good part of the reason for travelling on a freighter -- they never let you go there on passenger ships. So, here I am, leaning over the most forward railing. The sun shines. The ship slowly and majestically sets and rises. Ahead only the blue sea gently breathing. Its one of those moments where you are utterly at peace with the world (and later utterly at a loss describing the whole thing).

The weather turns even nicer over the day. After lunch I grab my book and scout for a comfortable place in the sun. And there I find the disadvantage of travelling on a freighter: For some reason, comfortable places in the sun weren't high on the constructor's agenda. Settle on one of the bollards at the starboard rail which turns out to be a literal pain in the arse after an hour or so.