Friday, January 23, 2009

July 2008

Ok, this is still a mystery to us. What happens is this: We moor up on some free pontoon near a village or town, begin to settle in for the rest of the day, get the chairs out, that sort of thing when bride, groom and entourage appear from nowhere and pose for photos against Snail. They then disappear. Nothing is ever said. Bizarre.

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