Elsa and Satnav Jane have two days off to sleep. I worry that Elsa is not right after her major repair. It is probably just my nervousness, but I'll keep an eye on the old war horse. Bob is plugged into the net and doing his jobs. Accommodation, communication, navigation and planning, playing music to relax to, and the magic of Skype letting me see the faces of friends. I am never alone thanks to this wonderful little Droid. Vatta dips in and out. Sometimes here, but often not.
A long morning walk to explore the parks and city, and a chance stumbling onto Nyhavn where the canal tourboats go from. I can hear Andreas' telling me about hese boats over a pizza. "Use the Netto one it is much cheaper and does exactly the same". Mearsk (can't remember the spelling) is the biggest shipping company in the world, and it's HQ building of a thousand blue eyes dominates. A mysterious black yaght, huge against the key, has been there a long time. It is rumoured to belong to a Russian oligarc.
I have the landmarks of the city down now, and a long walk back to the hotel is easy in the cloudy sunshine. I might get wet today. Don't care.
House boats on the canal look fun. I wonder if I can get one onto the Blythe?
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