Sore Legs and Powder Days.
So every once in awhile I get a little stuck in a heavily cliched college student experience. It consists mainly of eating Rice-A-Roni, pretending to read in the library while actually listening to the loudly whispered conversation behind me, and endlessly scrolling my Facebook page while occasionally pausing to click the “like” button. When trapped in this traumatic cycle of...
So I miscalculated how difficult it was going to be to keep a blog while on a ship in the middle of the ocean and failed at keeping this thing updated. So in order to share my experiences and help me avoid my post-adventure depression I’m going to share them now. Better late than never. Stay classy.
WEIRD FRENCH CANADIANS AND ONE BIG ASS BOAT
I woke up this morning on a creaky pull out mattress with metal springs jabbing into my back and a big smile on my face. Why was I smiling? Because in less than 24 hours I would be boarding the MV Explorer and embarking on my trip around the world. THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. I got out of bed, flipped on the TV to see what French Canadian cable had to offer. After watching about .5 seconds of the...
BACK TO CIVILIZATION
I spent nine hours in the back of a rented Ford Explorer driving across Ontario, Canada with my parents today. My clothes all have that weird rental car smell and my parents are driving me insane, BUT I made it to the promised land of Montreal! Everything is written in French, the people are all dressed like pretentious European models (there is actually a photo shoot involving wedding dresses and...
My great grandpa bought this wooden boat in the 1933 and named it after my great aunt because she would never stop talking. Now, 78 years later, it rarely ever runs, smells like burnt death, and makes turns like an 18-wheeler. It’s completely impractical, but for some reason we keep her around. My parents, sister and I took her out for a cruise on Friday and had some quality family bonding...
8/16 The other day my uncle had his friend take a bunch of us up in his floatplane. I had never been in a floatplane and wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Turns out it was awesome and I couldn’t stop smiling. The sun was out, the visibility was good, and the wind wasn’t strong enough to make me projectile vomit due to turbulence. Overall, it was beautiful and pretty epic. ...
What the hell am I doing?
I’m sitting in an airport. I’m waiting impatiently. I’m listening to bad techno. I’m browsing magazines. I’m listening to the Pakistani man yell on his cell phone next to be. I’m shaking things up a bit. I’m about to fly to Toronto, spend week with my family on a little island, drive to Montreal, board a ship with 700 people I don’t know, and...
Whatever you are, be a good one.– Abraham Lincoln