I woke up this morning in my own bed, hearing a light plane pass overhead.

I thought it was the sound of the dive boat at the Jean-Michel Cousteau Fiji Islands Resort, which I’ve been hearing every morning for ten days. I expect to open my eyes to the thatch ceiling of a Fijian bure and to hear a breeze rattling tropical plants. I expected to smell tropical flowers.

When I opened my eyes to my own bedroom I felt completely confused.

I think I spent over 24 hours traveling to get home. My body has no idea what time it is. I still feel ‘the motion of the ocean’ from so much time on dive boats the last ten days. I’ll feel that for at least another day.

I’ve got a whole travel journal to put up, and pictures, but that might be a few days yet, it needs some work to be ready for public view.

But right now, it’s back into work and what seems to have been a soap opera while I was gone. I’m still collecting the threads and trying to catch up on it all.

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Somewhere off the coast of Java
Fell a little piece of lava
that grew up to be the island known as Bali

–Bali Boogie, Danny Kaye (From memory, I can’t find the damned lyrics to that anywhere)

I am going to be far, far away from that mean old internet for a long time.

Well, two weeks. But it feels like a long time.

I’m going to be on Vanua Levu, Fiji. Which is not exactly off the coast of Java but I liked the title anyway.

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