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.
We’ve settled into a new rhythm: waking at 6, starting the engine by 7. This gives us up to ten hours of travel each day – with the evenings left for rest, repairs, or whatever the river has in store.
Let’s see how many kilometers we can cover like this.
But there’s a new nautical challenge: low water levels. The Danube is shrinking, and with it, the margin for error.
Navigating the ship becomes a constant effort – observing, checking, waiting, deciding.
By the end of the day, we found a dreamlike anchorage. We moored to the shore. No current, soft sand, and wolf tracks – or at least we think they were.
