I was ready for action!

My first trip went to Germany as I had to see the family. They were a bit stressed with Christmas around the corner and no to interested in chilling with me and the glüewine. Just nag, nag, nag. "Isn't it time to move back to Germany?" and "That woman is no good for you, always leaving you behind to travel the world!"

So I headed off to the US and soon realised I wasn't that welcome there either. I had my ESTA in order but Donald soon complained about my look and my korvprints. Hrmf!

To try to wind down (first Rickard's boot camp and then the whole family of korv's nagging - I was in desperate need of a break!), I decided to go island hopping.

I was kindly smuggled on board a cruise ship (again curtesy of Mia's colleagues who hooked me up) and headed for Jamaica. Yaman! Getting me ashore would be harder than expected though. Not sure if they thought my homies were a bad influence and that I would smuggle something back hidden within my herbcoating.
Hate when they judge you on ingredients!

Managed to hang out with some dolphins (not vegetarians but they do not eat korv luckily) and kick back. Decided Jamaica wasn't for me. As you know my kinda Bob is called Dylan, not Marley.
Yuh nuh haffi worry, wi hab di ting lack now!