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Mihiri had me knowing that the schedule of the day was tight and we had no time for me lolling around aimlessly. We took a ferry from Naples port to the isle of Capri, where the famous (well I didn't know about him...) Swedish doctor and writer Axel Munthe lived.

Read more: Day 3 - Naples / Capri

Not much to report. Water everywhere.

Read more: Day 2 - At sea

The breakfast on board is... weird. They have this buffet with sweet bread (what I'd expect at a café like donuts, muffins etc) and then you can also order a menu like "German breakfast" (where you get two boiled eggs) or "Norwegian breakfast" (where you get salmon). So basically you can't ask for a boiled egg alone. This means that I personally eat a bit too much and regret it the rest of the day as Mihiri has to drag me around.

Read more: Day 1 - Palma de Mallorca

The voices in my head hardly had time to stop shouting before the alarm went off. It was 2:00 in the morning and time to wake up, then get ready for the long and boring drive to Benstocken parking outside Arlanda (who in their right mind name a parking place "The bone-log parking"?).

Read more: Day 0 - Departure

So you thought we took the car and went away on our own, towards the horizon, in the middle of the night?
Wrong.

Read more: Sri Lanka - The honeymoon