Thursday, 5th July 2012, 5:05 p.m.

When I got up, I was still reasonably motivated to actually go to the island that Pasquale and Gaél had raved about to me,
but first I met Gaél for the first time before breakfast
and he was completely exhausted (apparently, he had hardly
slept).
And then I realized that Christoph’s girlfriend was now sitting at “my” table with the cadets, and I was sitting there like a fifth wheel.

Maybe I’ll move to the crew mess completely in the future.
At least Pasquale and Gaél translate sometimes there,
or I can talk to Jerôme.
In any case, it’s much more pleasant there than with the cadets and officers (where you’re also always being watched closely by the captain or the chief).

Anyway, after breakfast, where no one (except Jean) talked to me
because they were too busy planning the day, I was completely demotivated and suddenly felt a hangover coming on.

I then met Adrian, who was already on his way to the city, and I spontaneously decided to have another “houseboat” day,
went back to bed until 10 a.m., then read by the pool until
lunch.

I spent the afternoon by and in the pool again (although the
water isn’t that great at the moment because all the ash from
the vent is falling into it instead of being carried away by the wind
like it was while the ship was moving).

While writing, I realized that I’ve been gone for almost two weeks now and it feels as if everything before was a different life—I feel like I’m in another universe.