Looking Forward to Speaking English Again.

Another beautiful day aboard; we had, in thirteen days, almost nothing but sun, which was very unusual for this time of year in the Pacific Northwest.

Getting a little hirsute. I stopped shaving but, in a token effort to be polite, continued to occasionally shower and use deodorant. (Hint: blame the smell on "fish".)

Our captain parallel parking from the bridge.

Arriving in the United States. The first seven days of the journey were spent in Canadian waters. We've arrived in Petersburg, Alaska and a customs agent came on board to look suspiciously at us and finally let us through. And now that we're in America we can speak American again.