Sicks hours travelling with a cold is no fun anytime. Inside a crash helmet with toilet paper stuffed up your nose is grim, but I git the job done. 21:45 ferry to Finland and my nose stopped running. Too much information? Sorry.
06:45 local time, one hour ahead of Sweden, I had 4.5 hours sleep so don't feel fantastic. 07:00 sitting on the beautiful little old harbour at Naantali. The sun is shining. I should feel good. My mood is not great though. The language has me stumped. It has commonality with norther European languages. Finally I am looking over my shoulder expecting the black dog to show up. At this point it becomes obvious. Change location and change my mood. Find the race track, then get some rest ahead of the others arriving.
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