Showing posts with label trip rpt.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trip rpt.. Show all posts

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Misunderstanding

Not the actual culprit, just a bigger look alike.
I swear that this happened exactly as reported below without one whit of exaggeration. In retrospect the occurrence recounted arose from a personality trait of mine which may reflect on my Celtic heritage. Wherever it comes from, I am disposed to extract humor from the daily affairs of life whenever possible. This often involves employing a playful approach to communication which, on occasion, especially in dealing with the dryer mind can cause miscommunication or even evoke disapproval. It did both in this situation.  Oh, by the way, there is adult content so if you are under say sixteen don’t read it without parental consent. (By conventional wisdom parental consent provides some kind of prophylactic protection against things “adult” or is it society is willing to apporve of anything that parents do?  Such faith.)


Saturday, January 17, 2009

In Eygpt, Be Careful Who You Smile At


You have to be careful whom you smile at in Egypt. Before elaborating, let me tell you that we are having a fabulous time in Cairo. I think it is in large part due to having personal guides - our sons, who seem to have lived here all their lives. Everything is so alien, without them we would likely feel isolated as spectators rather than participants. Such estrangement detracts from absorption/connection with the culture. With the boys, we are instantly at home and the result is wonderful. It helps I am sure that the people are so very friendly, not in the least aloof or distant, as you will learn more fully when I get back to the smile.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

A RUNAWAY CAT – ONE SAILOR’S OFFSHORE PASSAGE OPPORTUNITY (OPO) EXPERIENCE


In the day, we sailed under light blue skies over a dark blue Gulf Stream. At night, we sailed under a star-studded Milky Way over cradle-rocking waves. Seabirds, turtles, and flying fish were our companions as we lazily made our way north on temperate southerly breezes—any thoughts of a jinxed trip were forgotten. 


Where fairytales often begin with “Once upon a time”, sailing adventures are more likely to begin with “So, there we were.” This one is no exception.