Offseason observations and held hostage by the Bura
Dear friends and family, I am holed up in my Botel, a ship built in 1936, tied up directly in the center of the city and used as a hotel. The wind is howling again, as a bura wind, when it gets roaring it takes a couple of days to settle down, It’s 32 degrees […]
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