The official journey is over — but we’re still moving, still documenting, still listening as we bring the ship back home. The crew has changed: Gigi and Stephan have left; Markus and Christine remain on board, heading upstream with a changing cast of artist-friends. The logbook continues.
Today we left Serbia and entered Hungary – re-entering the EU. The day was shaped by bureaucracy, though everything went smoothly, with just a hint of adventure. Big, old Soviet-era buildings, smoke lingering inside, yet the places felt strangely empty, almost abandoned.
In Bezdan, we crossed paths with a friend and fellow co-owner of MaTjoPo: Alex from the Shipaholics ship school. He’s traveling downstream with his small sailing boat, but we could only wave from a distance – both of us caught in the nowhere land between countries, systems, and layers of bureaucracy.
Once again, we found a beautiful little beach to anchor at. By now, it seems we’ve become quite skilled at finding the perfect spots to spend the night.
The evening promises to be quiet – exploring the shoreline, we found some paw prints and other tracks, tempting us to follow.
Me at the bow of the ship, writing this logbook entry.
