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At Sea for 6 whole days!
... in Brasil afterwords people we didn't know would randomly yell ..' U-GANDA' at us!
On the 10th of November we crossed the equator - MSC had a Baptism by Neptune cermony to mark the occasion which involved having a ladle of water poured on your head and then kissing an octupus. I just watched ;)
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Lichtblauwe zee en witte stranden
... redelijk veilig, alhoewel we wel een taxi nemen als het donker is. Op straat wordt je veelvuldig aangesproken door jongens die je graag hun winkel willen laten zien. We blijven maar zeggen, 'we komen morgen echt kijken'! Morgen is onze laatste dag op het eiland dus dan moeten we er dan ook echt aan geloven om wat winkeltjes te bekijken.
Het eten is hier erg goed en we proberen veel restaurantjes uit. Vis staat veel op het menu, maar ook goede vleesgerechten. Zo hebben we een keer ...
Sweapt away - emotionally and nearly physically
... think to myself...
But I am beginning to understand Abilio's ways, and as he kisses my cheeks and puts his fist to his heart I do suspect he's happy I came looking for him.
After all, he and his family and friends totally made this trip. I travelled far that day.
I didn't get to fish for Marlin this time - but I sure did enjoy this chocolate...
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Big fish and a house party
... language" and "Franespanglish" as she insisted on helping me finish my braid I was struggling with in the breeze.
A frantic kissing of cheeks and I was off with a gut full of fish and rice and joy and love. This was a day I will remember forever. Unless I get alzheimers. Or amnesia from some crazy accident. Or a brainsucking alien comes down and sucks out my brain.
P.S. Warmest thanks to lovely Jeanette and Julio for your advice!
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"Never a dull moment-moment"
... head back to the room, put key in door, and it doesn't open. Step back to look at room number, and yes, the joke is on me. Wrong number - wroooong building! This place is freaking me out! Heeeeeeeelp!
I just want to run around, wave my arms hysterically, tear my hair out, fire a flare gun, write S.O.S. in the sand, but instead I compose myself...
It was comforting to find out later the same thing happened to my colleague too earlier. The institute hasn't broken me down yet! ...


