After rather chaotic on-boarding comes proper slam in the face. My hopes for staying in Bulgaria are slowly melting as I am finding out from one of the ship crew members. My assumptions would be correct if EU would actually act in somewhat correlated efforts.

What started as an easy task - taking taxi from my apartment to the harbor and leave to Europe was becoming increasingly difficult. At least I was allowed to the ship and did not had to stay yet another month under uncertainty and doubt in Georgia where slowly but surely my days were outnumbered.

But what seems only grim and dread has its bright side too. The first ferry from Batumi has actually some of the most diverse bunch of characters to mention here. Without counting dozen of Georgian truck drivers we were quite few defectors on board.

All of them travelling to their countries of origin, left me being the last 'traveler' there. I am the only crazy enough person there risking to be stuck yet again in another country the next lockdown? Well that question I will try to answer in another part. Today let's enjoy one of the most sofisticated mammals out there. Dolphins.

And Black sea has plenty of them, they jump around the ship where we are stuck for full four nights without internet and woman. No wonder the sailors were since the beginning of ages the biggest drunkards.

They fed us well, three times a day with a bar operating certain hours and special tokens being sold on the reception for vending machine with beer or cafe. Life is good, I practice my Russian skills and the journey goes by fairly quickly. With no time we shall arrive in Burgas where i'll find out what to do next...