The trip to Abaco started with a bang when my flight was delayed due to the plane's radio malfunctioning at Newark Airport. Biding my time, getting into a wonderful and interesting book (that is still residing on the boat in the picture) a man in his mid forties spewed forth a shower of snot very similar to the kids in this video.
To my dismay the snot was not water from a spritzer bottle which I would have welcomed in the dry, stuffy atmosphere of the grounded airplane, but actual snot, snot potentially housing bacteria and pathogens, a multitude of viruses. The look of horror I shot at this man did not make up for the snot-tastic eruption he shot at me. I thought maybe since I'm 23 I'd be alright. Technically I should have the immune system of an Olympian God, but coupled with the lack of sleep and vat of Sam Adams I guzzled at the airport, I destroyed any chance of my shields withstanding this type of beating. So I cut my losses and tried to enjoy my flight on the puddle jumper from Florida to Marsh Harbor. On this flight I became aware of how cool the Amazon Kindle actually is.
I sat on the airplane in the flickering sunlight squinting at my Murakami hardcover, which may tip the scales at four pounds, while an elderly gentleman in front of me held his kindle at an arms length and happily gazed over the giant print. The size of the print was cranked up to the 'fucking large' setting. (Don't google that with safe search off.) I was amazed at the adjustability and the clarity of the text in the varying light. Also what was most amazing was that this man, decked out Sperrys, a nice golf shirt, probably around 75 years young was reading about vibrators. I wanted to give him a high five, but thought it might be rude, considering I had been learning about vibrators for the first half of the flight over his shoulder and without his knowledge.
So we landed in beautiful 75 degree weather, hopped in a rental car with a left-hand drive steering wheel, which we were told to drive on the left side of the road, and stopped at a grocery store to fuel up the home we would be staying in. The house is gorgeous, high ceilings, right on the beach, small pool on the side. Very private, very rad. Five minutes on a golf cart got us to the beach club where we paid $20 for mango daqueris, took out kayaks and paddle boards,
played some epic ping pong with the locals,
and sailed this aqua craft.
This was the daily routine for most of the time until our epic boat trip with this hessian named Steve.
He's a total rad guy who gave us an awesome tour of Abaco, showed us amazing snorkling spots, and how to spearfish. With his guidance I was able to spear a lobster, which I ate later that evening. So epic.
This brings us to today, which is gorgeous although I am not taking advantage of the sun because I got scorched yesterday catching dinner. A big thank you to Marsha and Bruce for putting me up on this radical adventure. I am looking forward to getting home to see a doctor and other wonderful people who could not join me on this adventure. I will leave you with a video of Matt's band Artemesis. Thank you for reading.
