Chris and Babeth’ next destination was the antipode of Isla Paradiso: Enekjaer.
“Gosh, it’s freezing!”
“Careful, careful… Let’s try not to end up like the Titanic.”
“I miss the beach already…”
“But I’m going to love this thing!”
They bought some hot burritos on solid ground.
Which Babeth insisted in eating away from Chris. “It was your idea to come here, wasn’t it?”
“Grmmmbll… Women. Never satisfied.”
The island was quite small, so they had a quick walk in its wilderness in the afternoon.
Then they decided to make a snowman.
– This is not what I expected.
– I don’t like to be reminded that I’m old!
– Atta girl!
All the inhabitants seemed to be found in pubs in that town.
– Are you still angry Babeth?
– No, the spicy chicken is quite good.
Eating grilled marshmallows while watching the aurora. Babeth was definitely not angry anymore.
Oh, and Chris hasn’t definitively given up fishing, it seems.