Tied up between fat red fishing boats in the old harbour, it feels snug. NW squalls whistle overhead and the fishermen advise us to sit tight. It is finally sunny though. The towering masts of the Russian sail training ship Sedov provide a majestic backdrop.


Pasha concentrates on fashioning a splitter cable for our 240 v shore power cable while Maxine helps her sister find a parking spot in this holiday town. Then we go aboard Sedov.


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