Shore leave

Well. On Saturday, against the advice of harbour officials and immigration lawyers, I snuck onto an island,.

Was it a good idea? No.

Was it a good time? Yes.

The locals were very friendly and warm, even though when I told them where I was from they knew the tragic story of my island torn apart by civil war.

They fed me, they gave me strong wine to drink, and invited me into their temple for a service. Very nice community, all things considered.

With a lightened heart and a full belly I snuck back out to sea and onto my raft.

bob, drift, bob, drift.