Sarviniemi

I woke up from my nap to a thunderous noise, but it wasn’t a thunderstorm. It was a ship, so I quickly dived into hiding and peered from a safe distance to see what kind of ship was coming. The ship turned out to be Rasti, a red bike ferry, on its way towards Sarviniemi Harbour, with people on board with their vehicles. I knew the vehicles were called bicycles, and I loved them because they were quiet and you didn’t have to be afraid of them. They didn’t make a horrible noise or leave behind splashes of that nasty stuff called oil. Mother told me there was another bike ferry named after the ringed seals on Lake Saimaa. I had never seen that one... but wait, what’s that on the wall of this bike ferry? A picture of a ringed seal! I wonder if Nestori posed for that picture, too. My great uncle must be the world’s most famous ringed seal!