Oh my word, I feel ROTTEN! Spent a good part of today in bed, did a little editing, but it’s hard to concentrate when you feel two seconds away from barfing all the time. This evening I sat with the Icelandics again (Albert’s cabin being conveniently situated next to mine) and we chatted about the collapse of Icesave, catching puffins and where best to get a thermal bath.

However, I’m more concerned that apart from brief respites in Reykjavik and the Faroe Islands, I’m going to be at sea for another WHOLE WEEK. Hopefully I’ll find some kick-ass seasickness pills in Iceland and be able to whether it. A jolly sailor I is not.