Migration, Day Five.
Time zone: 10 a.m.
"Let's stop here to refuel."
Bi Fang rolled up the map again. After several days of recovery, his fever had completely subsided, and his abundant energy took the high ground.
But another difficulty had arisen. They had left Finland and arrived in Norway, and the North Sea was next, but they were short on fuel.
There was no choice but to look for an opportunity to replenish their fuel. This was a safe point marked by Elvan, a small town harbor where many fishing boats were docked.
The harbor was large, suitable for the White-fronted Goose to rest and forage. Most importantly, the local ban on hunting the White-fronted Goose and considering it a creature that could bring good fortune.
To the locals, Bi Fang and Étienne, arriving by glider, were a sight of curiosity.
