My only taste of Tahiti was a couple of cold beers in a quiet bar near to the boat. I asked around in the crew mess if anyone had some local money that they could sell me and soon I found myself staring at a pile of dabloons, sheckles and notes that honestly looked like booty from a pirate ships chest. Is this enough fore a beer?
I took my pirate booty to town and found that my small pile of over sized coins did afford me and a colleague a couple of beers.
I finally shook off the depression of returning to work. I gave myself a talking to.."Get over yourself man! look, listen and feel where you are!"
Today is Good Friday and we are preparing for sea..A mere 2500 miles of open ocean to our next stop Hawaii. Happy Easter to all.
Hey! I like your blog! Post a few pictures too.
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