2006-02-26T04:32:00.000-08:00

Okay, the easy bit is coming. Beach, faffing around with Pina Coladas, Turkey, rally, back to Japan.
Mexico is where life starts getting tricky.
Once I'm in Mexico, I'm pretty much on my tod, with no grown-up to look after troublesome things like a] making sure that I have access to my money b] worrying about where post gets sent c] fretting about how much money I am spending given that I'll be unemployed d] just basic worrying because I can't quite believe that I have ended up on a 45ft boat in Mexico, after spending 14 years in the Land of the Rising Sun. I mean, come on, Japan to Mexico! It's not normal. Beginner sailor to owner of a boat? That's not normal either. Maybe the ex was right when he hissed, "Pah! What are you going to do with a 45ft boat!?"
Well, I have no idea.
No idea at all.
It's times like this when I desire a camel to take me deep into the desert.
I guess I'll just have to settle for a coffee enema instead.

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