Another day, another dollar – going towards Zilla. Today is on the menu a nine meter sailboat, which we pulled out of the water yesterday.
As a side note, it is sadly beautiful to see the old man chase Bjorn out of the crane cabin like a schoolboy, and then get up that stepladder. It took him a while, but he made it. Unwilling to give up his kingdom just yet. To describe it a bit better, the man is almost eighty, and once he got up that two meter ladder, he ballanced on one of the anchoring arms onto the body of the crane, and then another meter up into the cabin.
On a second side note, digging deeper into the soul of the old man… There is a pub somewhere by the canal in Zaandam, where all these old school marina dogs go wash down the week. Pieter said, that half of them were wiped out by the vaccine, but nevertheless. He said they sang in a quire together, how poetic.
He is determined to go there on the usual friday night, and nothing will stop him. He had to leave his youth from a car, to a bike, to an uber, but he goes every friday. Bjorn just leaves a way into the marina, and the old dog crawls out of his boat in the morning, properly hung over and fulfilled. A few years back he showed up in the morning with a black eye, I imagine him defending a damsel in distress.