These were the last two bottles I still had prepared, carrying the numbers 83 and 75.
We had our cabin on deck 11 which is rather high above the water. I went down as low as possible on the promanade deck, maybe deck 9, and there at the stern I threw the bottles over the star board, hoping that this way they won’t get struck by the propeller. In the ship’s light I could see one of them floating away, obviously surviving the fall. The other sounded o.k., but I failed to see it. – The attempt to make a photo failed, unfortunately but not unexpectedly.
The following picture was taken the next morning: Somewhere there in the East my bottles float.
Now it is time to make new bottles. I have no plans yet, so I am myself looking forward to see how the new series will look like.