At some point during the evening I remember my man Ludin, and how he was blabbering this morning about penguins and how mean it was that he wasn’t allowed to go ashore to see some. I reminded him that I had sent him shore in
Rio, to take pictures of the statue of Christ the Redeemer, but he said that Christ the Redeemer was no penguin and he wanted to see penguins.
When he showed up again, two minutes before departure, he insisted that I had clearly given in and let him go ashore. I recalled no such thing, and Ludin was put on volunteer duty once again and will spend the rest of the week cleaning filters.