Guest Post by Willis Eschenbach
After a very long night, with a ten-hour flight somewhere in the middle, I blew into Fiji at about five in the morning.
I was reminded during my trip of the old story about the guy who decided to leave the ocean behind. He said he was going to put an anchor on his shoulder and walk inland until someone asked him what kind of crop you use that funny-looking plow on, and that’s where he’d settle … the trip was relatively uneventful, except for the part where I had to convince the TSA folks that a sextant is not a weapon of mass destruction. Someone watching asked if they could take a picture of the sextant, said they’d never seen one and figured they’d never see another one.
I grabbed a cab to Vuda Point Marina. Since it is in Fiji, the “d” is…
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