Rissy in Action

Yay! 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.

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