These islands mark the last specks of land (if by land you mean a desolate, wind-swept rock) between our ship and the angry Baltic Sea. I didn't know how I would make it through these treacherous waters without....
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we eventually fit myself and another in after this photo
Traveler's note: When in a new place, it is likely that the Germans will find where to get the best beer before anyone else. These two guys from KTH had found this pub (and its beer selection) through some sort of sixth-sense that develops shortly after birth in many Germans.
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