Friday, May 8, 2009

Baboons and Baggage

Trading one baboon for another, I've left behind the animals of sub-Saharan Africa, and I've been joined by my old high school friend, Mike. And not a moment too soon. I need a friend right now. A friend with money and clean clothes.

I'm slowly realising that I probably won't have a job when I return back to the US, and that my bag (containing 95% of my travelling life) may never be located by British Airways.

Does anyone out there know how to make money on this new-fangled internets thing or know where in Rome one can locate a pair of boxers?

I think for now I need to focus on locating a beer. It's past noon somewhere right? Guam I bet. It's past noon in Guam.


Mike's Ancestors


Mike

3 comments:

  1. May you find your luggage and your beer but ... "Enshalla".

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  2. You're welcome to come live on my couch in SF. Eventually it might turn into a job.

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  3. I'll trade you 1:1, 1 beer = 1 story. And they better get good the more you drink!

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