It is with great sense of dread that I bid farewell to this wondrous journey once and for all. The crimson dawn waves me a lighthearted goodbye as I drift away from the coast of Estonia up north, to the land of plenty by the name of Finland -- where the shadows of towering spruces and steep hills no southerner would fancy obfuscate my comfortably chill den.
Northern winds toss my hair, I stand on the soulless deck and observe the dimly lit harbour as it fades away one knot at a time. Undoubtedly, I'm nearing the heart of darkness; the chasm of Baltic Sea amid the night. Wish me luck, for I must conclude my epistle now and indulge in an hour of silence and aesthetical bliss.
A gigabyte of reference photos; 5 hours of music; a sketchbook; a passport and a sailor cap for good measure. I think I've packed just enough stuff to survive the trip. Now, I must bid farewell and embark on an all-day journey. Hopefully, the motorways will have mercy on me this time. See you all in 10 or so hours aboard the cruise ship.