Danube Delta, 10 September

Captain Mihai at the wheel and drinking... er... um... coffee. Cheers! During the trip he would be doing a lot of game hunting with one hand on the wheel and the other taking aim at the doomed creatures and squeezing the trigger. His weapon of choice was a Canon—that's a camera, not a piece of artillery. Needless to say, the same religious war I had with the priest was taken up again with the captain. For the time being it was a loosing battle for me. As can be seen in the photo, the barrel of his gun is huge—much, much bigger than mine. I just had to grin and bear it.