Month of November wars
Posted by rene on 03 Mar 2009 at 08:59 pm | Tagged as: At sea
Tortola , what to do here already. Besides selling the pirated pirates to cross extended tourist treasure maps available here since 1883 but nothing more, I think. But I can indeed move away from the ship, if nothing breaks straight times on board. And get away with anything motorized support even far everything is perfect, but eventually came back different ales, and then not (because is not the end)
First, we are here in the civilized part of the world. It's terrible, but without a license may be upset again no more moped. And mitm moped is so sad, but must be at least one mobile 12Zylinder steam with much noise and so. And where am I going to hernehmen NEN permission slips, nono, when I was still pirate was something gabs not know, nono ...
So I made resolutions last, planned, coordinated, and ended when moped is not sad. Finally, it can even run times mitm moped (no, not S50) are fun to jet across the mountains of the island and maybe even find time to copy maps with GPS instead of a hidden cove. Also, a team of Mitbegeisterten found, bartender, garbage data and Heinz wanted to.
Wanted. Since then there has been nothing yet. And instead I had my time again to remember on my blog.
For there was rain, enduring terrible incredible wet demotivating November rain. And no treasure maps. Yes, what's that? We're not here in Germany! To change this ... I can now book NEN flight, so we meet again in early April! In Germany, no rain, of course!
And I've signed up for NER driving school in Rostock, yep, finally the paper is made for a motorcycle, legalize it, yah man!
The trip, which is postponed to Thursday, now look what technology says. Perhaps, we go from Holland to France mitm bike is yes to Saint Martin is no problem. Does it ...




Hello?
For you it is now November?
What year?
We have now March 2009 in Berlin and it is so slow spring.
Strange, must be ne time warp where I come in there. Meanwhile, summer is already here, and not only that I've missed this winter, even the last few weeks and so your article is irendwie lost in my reality. No idea where I am has nothing to do with the safe sailor Koller. The best way I make my way back home, exactly. April in Berlin, and spring please!
Until then, best regards