Day 7 Fukuoka cont

It’s late and we’re sailing out of Fukuoka Harbour, I’m watching the lights of the city go by my window as I’m writing this in bed.

Day five, another sea day on the way to South Korea.

I’m confusing myself by not writing down the events of the day in the evenings.  The trouble is, with jet lag and some small contribution from a rather generous utilisation of the drinks package, I generally crash into bed straight after dinner, often drifting into the land of nod well before 9 pm.