June 22nd 2014 Part 2

Once we were back at the hostel, things seem to get more normal. We all get together and start cooking dinner, Tarah is there with her salad, reading on her laptop. Richard is checking his email. Dom and Phillipe are talking in German about something... the World Cup is on in the background. Usually Tambrey's working on media, and sometimes others even pop in for a chat, or to give an update on something going on.

Going back to the hostel after a long day of patrol, feels like going home after a hard day at work. And the past few days had been crazy. I had already been faced with whale meat, a broken toe, a fake grind call, and other harassment. I was prepared to face it all, but I could feel the stress already taking a toll on me, mostly my shoulders as I began to carry the burden of being a Sea Shepherd on campaign.

That night Dan, Sarah, and I cooked dinner and then we all gathered and played gin with Phillipe, Dom, and Victoria. It felt like being home with my friends, only better cause of all the different accents.

Scott, the leader of the land crew, dropped by, and learned about our first injury. Ze toe.

"YOU BROKE YOUR TOE, IN BED!!!!"

He began laughing at me hysterically, as if this was the silliest injury to ever occur. When in hindsight it probably was. Luckily I know Scott well because he is also the leader of the Denver Chapter back home, so the fact that it was me probably made it even better.

We had a few more members rolling in which meant a night mission, aka the pickup. Richard, Dom, and I agreed to go out and meet our newest members. It isn't smart to go out alone in the Faroes, especially later at night so we stayed up late playing cards then headed out to meet our crew. A woman from Germany and another from France named Coryn.

You see the weirdest things will waiting for people to get off the ferry....

yes that is a man with a printer....