Nomad Earth

Wind's died down. But I'm sick as a dog. Big swell is not helping me and I loose my breakfast at sea. After about two hours I just cannot continue and my trip comes to a sudden stop as I abandon my boat only ten Kilometres from Varna. I take the bus into the city for a little exploring and to talk to a girl at an internet cafe about auctioning my kayak off via TV or radio. She knows two journalists who turn out to be no help at all. She promises to keep looking.