Travels complete
Jul. 11th, 2006 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rissymonsterYay! Passport #2 made it safely through its inaugural journey with me on a too-short but lovely silly trip to Jamaica. Passport #1's usage was subject to intense drama all of the two times I used it during ten years*, so this is a relief. The plan for passport #2 is to use it more, and lose it less.
It was fun--I'd like to go back and travel around more, since this was a pretty stay at the resort and party kind of trip for various reasons that may be more the stuff of a locked post. But I swam, cavorted and goofed off with folks, danced, played beach volleyball, did trapeze things, saw pretty fish with the snorkel action.
And you know it's a good trip that ends when your exchange with the customs agent, after you assure him you haven't brought the ebola virus or mangoes (sadly) back with you, goes thusly:
Customs: What's your shirt say?
Me: Aikido Shusekai. It's my dojo.
Customs: So, you kick booty?
And now we await the Bobsquatch's return from the wilds of NC.
* Most dramalicious was the trip to Nicaragua, where I decided to make a copy at the hardware store near my folk's house, left it in the machine, and found it had disappeared into the ether when I called back. Went to Boston for the pre-trip classes anyhow, all the while calling the mothership to arrange an alternate winter study. Passport wound up arriving in my parents mailbox in NYC the afternoon before I was supposed to leave from Logan at 7am, and after frantic calling around, it was put on a flight from Newark to Miami, where I met it (with 20 minutes to spare before the connecting flight) after convincing the good (pre-911) folks at Logan to let me on the plane to Miami with the understanding that I knew I wouldn't get on the plane to Managua w/o it.
It was fun--I'd like to go back and travel around more, since this was a pretty stay at the resort and party kind of trip for various reasons that may be more the stuff of a locked post. But I swam, cavorted and goofed off with folks, danced, played beach volleyball, did trapeze things, saw pretty fish with the snorkel action.
And you know it's a good trip that ends when your exchange with the customs agent, after you assure him you haven't brought the ebola virus or mangoes (sadly) back with you, goes thusly:
Customs: What's your shirt say?
Me: Aikido Shusekai. It's my dojo.
Customs: So, you kick booty?
And now we await the Bobsquatch's return from the wilds of NC.
* Most dramalicious was the trip to Nicaragua, where I decided to make a copy at the hardware store near my folk's house, left it in the machine, and found it had disappeared into the ether when I called back. Went to Boston for the pre-trip classes anyhow, all the while calling the mothership to arrange an alternate winter study. Passport wound up arriving in my parents mailbox in NYC the afternoon before I was supposed to leave from Logan at 7am, and after frantic calling around, it was put on a flight from Newark to Miami, where I met it (with 20 minutes to spare before the connecting flight) after convincing the good (pre-911) folks at Logan to let me on the plane to Miami with the understanding that I knew I wouldn't get on the plane to Managua w/o it.
