Dogs barked as we arrived. German shepherds guarding ship. A plank linked land to deck, water beneath. Peter boarded first, then reached out to help me cross. Tibor followed. I was welcomed by two other fellows, from Hungary. They looked hungarily at Peter. The boat was made of wood and very old. It had a wooden barometer to show the type of weather, wooden berths, a big old wooden clock face, cobwebs and a kitchen stove. It wasn't very warm.