Trimming Oernulf´s beard. Beard?

Yes, now Oernulf has a proper beard. With his solid tan and worn cotton cap he´s become a proper ol`sea dog. So today´s big event was a trim and a hair-cut forward on deck, letting the wind blow the cuttings away.
The rest of the day evaporated at the cyber-café. Over 20 machines here, I´m the only costumer, but VERY difficult to convince the spanish-only manager to let me use one with an "enter" key. Finally, on the nett the bank in Flekkefjord doesn´t exist any more. At least not online. Great. I guess I get to try again in Barbados a couple weeks before Christmas. Sorry if you don´t get any presents, kids!