what shall we do with the drunken sailor?

The first time I came to Poland, when I barely knew Marek and we were living hundreds of miles apart, we went to the Polish lake district for a weekend. We had a fantastic time, kayaking around the rivers and going on long romantic boat trips across the wide lakes, the stunning scenery lit by a low autumnal sun.

Ever since, we have tried to return to Mazury as often as possible. And failed miserably. This year, we have spent a grand total of one afternoon in the lakes, that weekend with the fancy car. Until this weekend that is. This weekend, we made use of another perk of Marek's job, the fancy company yacht.

There are many worse ways of spending a weekend than in a whopping great yacht in Mazury with a couple of good sailors who expect little more of you than the effort it takes to pull on a rope every so often.

We sailed, we partied with the rest of the port and there were surprise bonuses, like these jolly folk who just sat in the middle of the water, strumming their guitars and belting out shanties...