Blogus Interruptus…

SFO – HNL – GUM – MNL – ROR…

It’s been a few days short of a year since I visited Palau and lost my snorkel under the raging currents of Blue Corner. Then I found it off shore of Maui but had it confiscated by US Customs. Then I went back to Hawaii to have it repatriated to me months later only to find out when I got there that it had disappeared. Then it turned up in New York City where I pried it away from Mediaite’s clutches only to have the airline lose it on the way home. Then I found out it was back in Hawaii and retrieved it only to see it get destroyed in the pounding North Shore surf on Oahu. Then I was haunted by the ghost of the departed and I went to Cabo San Lucas to lay the remains to rest (and work in a gratuitous Kolchak reference that probably went over most of your heads. Not J$ though). All caught up? Good.

But since my return from Cabo I’ve been in deep psychotherapy trying to deal with my loss. My shrink says I need proper closure and the only way to get it is to go back to the beginning and confront the past. So I’m heading back to Palau. This is against my better judgment. After all how much white sandy beaches, lush coral reefs, and 87 degree water can a guy take?

Uh…let me get back to you on that…

It won’t be all fun and games though. After all I’m still in mourning. Plus the flight out is worse than last time; clocking in at a whopping 25 hours of travel time. As bad as that is, the flight back is straight out of purgatory; a double red eye with a 2:30 am departure time and a 5:00 am arrival time in San Francisco the next day. No Honolulu layover this time. This is unfortunately the price we in the U.S. have to pay to dive in paradise in some remote part of the world. The Caribbean? Most of the Caribbean is for people who think they’ve found paradise but don’t know any better. The South Pacific owns the Caribbean. Yes, I’m a South Pacific snob…

You too can live the diving good life, albeit vicariously, by following my Twitter feed as I spend the better part of nine days under water. I’ll definitely be tweeting part of the time there, though it may be the latter half of the trip since I don’t know if I’ll have internet access for the first half of the trip.

Note to Gillette: Nyah, Nyah!

Note to the networks: No news please…

Blogging resumes May 7th. Longer if that Icelandic ash cloud heads this way and starts doing to the Pacific what it’s doing to the North Atlantic…

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