Show to my quarters. Now I really need the bar.
A short walk from point A to point B. Sand drifts effortlessly between foot and sandal.
It is a familiar feeling.
A few beers later I am bouncing off the walls. Even though there aren’t any in this tiki hut.
Anticipating the flats.
It feels like I haven’t caught a bonefish since I started
losing my hair shaving my head.
I didn’t pack near enough razors. And with good reason.
MG signing off (although sleeping WILL be an issue)