En route to Australia … at last. Traveling west across the Pacific makes for an interesting phenomenon. I'm not sure if we've crossed the International Dateline or not. It's either yesterday or tomorrow, but it's not today. I left San Francisco late last night and I've lost a day completely. It's out there somewhere to the east, I just don't know where. This blog will post “today” for you, but really … it's yesterday for me.
I remember being in Fiji and actually standing on the International Dateline … half of me in each hemisphere. I found out later that the actual dateline juts around ,so that everyone in the country, and on the island of Tavenui, can live the same day at the same time.
In just a few hours, I'll clear into Australia, board another plane to Adelaide and be home.
On the 13th (yes, 13th) Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me …
Thirteen wonderful welcomes
Twelve damned delays (NOT from my true love, believe me)
Eleven more hours of travelin' (and then some)
Ten hearts a'leapin
Nine frantic fixes
Eight bulky boat parts
Seven quests for hardware
Six shiny shackles
Five I miss you's
Four galley updates
Three e-mailed errands
Two bigger duffels and a
Christmas morning greeting on Skype