Traveling with the Ancient.
Well, despite paying $200 so that we can have “Zoom-the fastest internet on the seas,” the comparison of Zoom to dial-up speeds would be equal to the speeds in a race between Christopher Reeve and Stephen Hawking. This causes a high degree of difficulty in being timely with my daily posts.
Today, we spent in St. Lucia where they practice a form of voodoo known as obeah where they communicate with ancestors and have visions of what is to come. The locals must’ve had a collective vision about the arrival of Devra Robins for as soon as she got out of the cab, they all rushed to her and called her “bossy lady”. Of course, she tried to boss us into believing that they called her boss lady, but Lauren and I know what we heard. As they all surrounded her trying to rub in her suntan lotion, feed her, and get her high on the herb, we realized that they were preparing her to be sacrificed to the volcano. After realizing she was not a virginal child, when she heard someone comment “You be 40” to which she replied that she was much older than that. Alas, he was referring to the band UB40, who’s song “Red, red wine” probably be close to 40 by now. In any event, instead of getting to enjoy a single cabin on the ship tonight, we averted Dev being used to appease the deities. Meanwhile, back on the ship, my Mom adopted an Indonesian waiter, who’s been disowned by his parents for being gay. As long as my new brother, Christophe, sends some of his wages home to our Mom, I’m good with having a little brother.
Now, the three of them are off to a magic show. He must be a great magician for as soon as I heard about it, he made me disappear. Anyway, I’m going to watch a picture buffer on a friend’s Facebook feed and call it a day.
Rubber Chicken 