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"Song Sung Blue" - Neil Diamond Song sung blue, everybody knows one Song sung blue, every garden grows one Me and you are subject to The blues now and then But when you take the blues And make a song You sing 'em out again You sing 'em out again Song sung blue, weeping like a willow Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow Funny thing, But you can sing it with a cry in your voice And before you know it get to feeling good You ...

... that I managed to attract one of my most amusing suitors of all time - a small man from India, 23 years in age, possibly the most ridiculous dancer I have ever seen. Now most guys, even the persistant ones, you can get rid of by a nice mix of ignoring, refusing to talk to them, and blatently looking really unhappy. Not him. Not even a dent in that steel resolve of his that had decided that he WOULD buy me a drink, we WOULD talk, we WOULD dance, and most ...

The Saga Continues... So, I have finally gotten the chance to rewrite in this travelogue. I know that the pics are always appreciated, but internet is very slow here... This travelogue has definitely evolved since I began it. As has my journey I suppose. What began as a five month sailing adventure turned into my daily life. As I don't see myself as being on a trip anymore, the travelogue has really become a sort of diary which I am not to big on keeping. Instead I will use it as ...

... the sound up and fling it into our faces, and the chicken would jerk its head up, and scurry sheepishly back to the cool earthy den, leaving the grassland to the vast, arching sky. Many of our visitors to Betela stared and stared at the sky, keeping to buildings and under trees, glancing at the brutal bronze-blue vastness that defined everything. Even Peace Corps workers and other missionaries crept under the sky, eyeing it. Early morning was easiest for them; with the ...