What do you think early in the morning after 946 weeks of vacation?

It's the 6,621st day of this voyage. Odin is peacefully anchored, and the sun has just risen behind the island's palm trees. Frel is still asleep, and I'm sitting in the cockpit watching the day dawn. The sea is as calm as glass; there's no wind, not even a ripple in the waves. On the beach, not a single palm tree sways in the breeze, not a lapping of the waves; everything seems so peaceful, almost like a 3D mural.

I'm holding my first coffee in my hands and wondering whether I should read the news on the internet, inform myself about the madness and the madmen who are currently turning the world upside down.

I decide against it and simply decide to create a new blog for our homepage.

What can I tell you?

To paraphrase Erich Maria Remarque's "All Quiet on the Eastern Front." While there was a fatal earthquake here in the Philippines last week, and a severe typhoon ripped through the north of the country, here on the island of Palawan, in the far west of the Philippine archipelago, we on board Odin, in our little cocoon, are seemingly protected from all of life's unpleasantness at the moment, as long as we don't let it into our lives via the internet.

Still total silence on board, only a sudden, loud snorting in the water on the port side interrupts my thoughts. What?

Just a turtle that seemed to be wondering what we were doing in its cove. Inspection complete, everything's fine, it dives down.

We're unlikely to set a mileage record anytime soon. We're just motoring from island to island, from anchorage to anchorage, which are so close together that it's hardly worth setting sail.

I'm wondering what day it is today? Wednesday or Sunday? Such divisions have long since ceased to play a significant role. There are only sunny days and not-so-sunny days, and every day is a good day.

I don't even know how long I've been sitting here, but I'm starting to get hungry and I'm just imagining myself living in a really nice house in Germany. Hmmmm... Fresh rolls from the bakery every morning, delicious!

But also the same view out of the window every day, cold autumn and winter, the same street every day, the same neighbors, the same dissatisfied faces... oh no, never mind, I'm not ready for that yet, as a young talent.

There's a commotion below deck; Frel is awake now. Time for breakfast...sadly, without delicious rolls from the bakery. (You have to make sacrifices sometimes) ;)