I live in London, just so you all know.

I'm currently sitting in my living room, and I think I may live in a real life version of Never Never Land...Oh god, not the Michael Jackson one, the original where Peter Pan resides. There's this boat right outside of our apartment that is apparently for a group called the Docklands Scout Project. Now I thought it had something to do with the boy scouts here, but we've only witnessed them playing around in canoes and kayaks on weekend mornings and not doing anything that remotely resembles community service. So who knows. I also just had the pleasure of watching their shadowed figures scaling the heights of this boat in freakish lost boyesque agility and fearlessness. Possibly I have just forgotten what it's like to be that young, or it may have something to do with that fact that I was never a boy. Either way, i'll be sure to keep watching for their peculiar behaviour. <-----Ah, absolutely accidental slip up using proper British spelling!

So back to this living abroad stuff. To say that the transition has been smooth would be an utter lie and so I'm going to let you in on what the last three weeks have been like, both the good and the very very VERY bad.

First Off: Flight = horrible. I was stuck in the absolute middle seat in the middle row of a packed international flight. I for some odd reason found it impossible to sleep on the plane, which for anyone that knows me... that's extremely odd. I can sleep ANYWHERE. Sometimes when I'm watching one of those movies where a person is being dangled above hydrochloric acid or sharp machinery blades after being kidnapped, I'm sure that if I was tired enough I could sleep in that situation. So on a plane...well that mineaswell be a down mattress in a 5 star hotel..and I couldn't.

We arrived in Heathrow after a relatively easy stroll through customs, exchanged some money, called our letting (rental) agent to get the details for moving into our apartment and were instructed to get a hotel room.  Mere words cannot describe the intense, rollarcoaster of emotions that inhabited every centimeter of my being for the succeeding week after our arrival. Highlights, however, include:

-Sleeping on and off in an airport for over 6 hours

-Paying for a hotel room for 3 nights, not to mention cab fare, food, and many other expenses

-Feeling the joy of finally receiving keys to our apartment and then immediately an almost incomparable despair at walking into a horrifyingly, obviously unattended since vacancy flat.*****

*****I wish there some possible way to truly explain how contradictory first walking into this apartment was. What you NEED to understand, is that where I live, this place that we were fortunate enough to acquire is absolutely stunning. Our view is incredible. So to be here and feel anything but peace and happiness is some form of universal contradiction.  But when I tell you that the apartment was FILTHY, know that I mean it was just nasty, disgusting, uninhabitable. No one had cleaned since the last tenants, who obviously didn't give a crap. There was mold in the fridge and freezer, soiled linens and trash in the closets, our view was marred by having the only dirty windows on the entire property, julie's bathroom was in pieces.... AND we had no electricity or running water, which was all SUPPOSED to be on. YAY. If I wasn't who I am, I may have gotten on a plane and flown back to the States. It was that bad.

The incompetency of my letting agent has persisted to this very day, but, I am pleased to say that we are finally done with him and his company. Everything with the apartment is starting to really come together finally, we just have to be conscious of the money we're spending to achieve that.

The area I live in is also really amazing. It's called the Isle of Dogs and it's right next to a place called Canary Wharf. To steal my mother's phrase, "Canary Wharf is the wall street of London." Well, it would be the wall street of London if wall street sat on top of a massive shopping plaza, surrounded by water in a simultaneously nature enhanced yet incredibly modern urban lanscaped conglomeration. That may sound like a load of nonsense, but when I can stand in one spot and my senses are bombarded by a sea of suits, gentle waves, the soft screeching of a train above, the traffic on the road directly ahead, seagulls flying in the air, and the endless diversity of people entering and exiting the tube station or mall entrance... what I just wrote happens to be the only written articulation I can come up with.

I started attended classes for my program at Uni and while the redundancy of it all is annoying as hell, it happens to be a necessary means to an end and so I'll suck it up and deal. I have met some pretty fabulous people and that's been wonderful.

The last incident that deserves very specific mention is the lovely anti-american, crazy, woman-hating, abusive man suffering from any number of psychopathologies that threatened me in the equivalent of a mall food court. I won't get into specifics, but he towered over me while I was seated spewing curses and looking as though his head would pop from anger...complete with bulging eyes and pulsating veins. Oh yeah, and he also told us to go to McDonalds . Oh man, I forgot quite how nuts he was. I got security, der.

So I'm going to wrap this up with an honorable mention to my magnificent roommate Julie. While this move would have been just fine to do alone, as were my original intentions, I truly can't imagine after making the decision to move with another person, doing it with anyone but her. Our friendship is seamless and I appreciate everything about having her here with me.

Tomorrow, watching the Yanks stomp the Twins again  and reveling in the good fortune we've had with this awesome weather!

Go YANKS!!!!!

(yes, this is the closest I can get to Yankee colors without spending HOURS haha)

Till next time...

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

  I just bought Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!!!!!! Me and this Aussie girl I met, Melissa, woke up early today to go to the English bookstore and buy our copies... anyone who's surprised... c'mon! You should know better, have you met me?

I'm excited to read it today on the way to Ljubljana.

    Salzburg has been an incredibly fun and horrendously cheesy stop. After my seven hour train ride from Interlaken, I met three other girls while waiting for the bus that also just came from Interlaken and were headed to the same Hostel as me. We were all pretty exhausted, so we dropped our stuff off at the Hostel, went out and got some Kebabs, ate in the grassy median of this ridiculosly busy street and then went back to the hostel and passed out.

    Salzburg, one quickly learns is known for two things: Mozart, and the Sound of Music. I woke up early on Thursday and walked around without any rest for about six hours. Being used to cities that are on a grid, Salzburg confused the hell out of me. I got lost sooooo many times. But by two, I found my way back to the tourist center to catch my bus for the Original Sound of Music tour... Everyone, this is where the cheese starts, and it was magnificent.

    We spent 4 hours driving around Salzburg and the surrounding areas going to the place where the Sound of Music was filmed and singing songs from the soundtrak on the bus. We got to visit Mondsee a little city where the church Maria and Captain Von Trapp got married ( in the movie, in real life they were married in the Abbey), and ate some delicious warm Apple Strudel with Vanilla Ice Cream. We ended the tour in the Mirabell gardens where My newfound companions and I took every insanely dorky sound of music picture one can take: tapping the gnome on the head like the children, skipping through the ivory passageway, dancing around the fountain, walking through the pointing statues, and of course, hand on head and finger in the air on the top of the stairs when Maria and the children finish singing Do Re Mi.

It was a fun day. And to top it off, my Hostel plays the Sound of Music is an packed audience every night at 8, so we watched the entire thing and got excited whenever we realized we had just been someplace in the movie.

Friday, did NOT go as smoothly a Thursday... actually it was one giant roller coaster of a day much to the amusement of everyone that witnessed parts of it.

     I woke up a little later, and because the Abbey wasn't on our tour, decided to hike up, not bad, maybe a hundred, stairs, to go see it. It was completely empty and honestly a little creepy. At the same time, though,it was quite peaceful, and a cool, a wonderful relief from the blistering heat. There's a large fortress that overlooks Salzburg right above the Abbey that I also decided to go see. Much more of a hike, a direct incline, and an even more ferocious sun saw me sweating copiously in time to realize at the ticket counter that I had no Euro and thus couldn't even go inside. I hiked back down pissed off and gross. I headed to the tourist office again for another tour of the Bavarian ice caves outside of Salzburg.

    The ice caves sounded like a good idea because it was sooooooooo hot. They're also the largest ice caves in the world...interesting right. I had paid 30 euro for the trip the previous day. First the bus was too small, and I had to stand in the middle falling all over people with a few others, while we drove to a garage to get a bigger bus.

Then I was told that the was an extra 15 euro entrance fee. I was so livid I didn't know what to do with myself. I again, had no Euro and no one had told me about having to pay MORE money. with 40 or so people on a tour, 1200 euro is need to rent a bus?! Are you kidding me?! So we got there, and there was about a 30 minute hike on a VERY STEEP incline up to this cable car that honest to god, my be one of the most terrifying things I have done ever. The cable car was terrifying, to clarify, not the hike (although I did fear passing out from the heat). The there was another EVEN STEEPER 20 minute hike (I'd like to mention that neither of these hikes were mentioned, which I didn't mind except for the extreme heat and my lack of water). Finally we reached to cave entrance... to learn that in the caves we had to hike 1 km in and up 700 steps... lovely.

    The caves, however, were a sight to behold, and I don't regret the trip at all. They were beautiful, but more importantly, they were COLD. It was a nice break from the heat.

   There's also, you know, one other thing...

    I kind of maybe sorta... lit myself on fire... in an ice cave... yeah

   We had to hold these lanterns to see with actual flames and no covers and my skirt caught on fire and a nice woman saw in and put it out for me... it was the brown skirt... sorry ma!!! It's still wearable, it's just got a large burn hole that amounts to a great story. Oh, and then the guide (adorable... can I say, ugh, LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the accents) spilled some of his magnesium flame on my hand... again I'm ok.

We got back to Salzburg just in time for me to catch a show at the Marionette theater that was absolutely incredible!

I saw the Marriage of Figaro, which I have seen countless times, but the mastery of the puppeteers is just... there are no words... I mean they even use puppets as stage crew with their more elaborate sets!

I was supposed to meet some girls, and they got lost, so as I heae back to the hostel, it poured, and I got soaked, and people stared, and it was the perfect end to one hell of a strange day...

Up in flames and out like a light

So far I've been to Switzerland, Austria, and Bavaria

next up

Slovenia

Oh, and mom, just so you understand the fallacy that is the Hollywood movie the Sound of Music... you know how at the end they're on the mountain going to Switzerland... well I was on that mountain, the Untersberg... and it goes to Germany . The REAL Von Trapps took a train to Italy then a boat to th U.S. haha!

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

Im sorry I havent updated yet and Im also going to apologize for a lack of proper punctuation... these computers are confusing and I dont have much time.

Its been a really fun first few days here in Europe. Today, I was about 10,000 feet in the air in a revolving restaurant at the top of a peak call Shilthorn. Apparently one of the first James Bond movies was filmed there. I hiked part of the way and took cable cars part of the way. Its really weird when a trip causes you to have flashbacks from something youve done previously, but the swaying of the cable cars, the way they rose and fell extra violently as hords of people were either exiting or entering made me feel like I was back on the ship. So that was Interlaken in a nutshell, I spent forever trying to get the perfect pictures of me in front of the mountainscape and my end conclusion is that they all look fake... its that phenomenal a view... I am a lucky girl.

Ive also been lucky to meet awesome people while Ive been traveling. I definitely had the most fun while I was in Geneva.My hostel was a little businessy for my liking, but one of my roommates,Rikke, made it all worthwhile. Shes from Greenland, and we had a blast acting like complete fools together. We ran through every fountain in Geneva with the little kids, and also got sick off of authentic Swiss cheese fondue. I hung out with some self proclaimed stoners who were delighted to fill me in on the proper was to make space cakes (basically magic brownies).

I also visited Bern, the capital of Switzerland, and Luzern, this gorgeous city on a lake because Bern was pretty boring. I cant believe Ive been here less than a week.

I hope everyone is well

Love and miss you all

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

So to continue, now I am in South Africa.... Well, I was about a week ago, I know I suck at life, I´m sorry!!!!!

The morning we arrived in Capetown I woke up really early to watch the sunrise. It was extremely foggy so I couldn´t see Table Mountain or anything really, and we actually were delayed about 4 hours actually getting into port because of the fog. But, the sunrise was stunning; I have tons of pictures when I figure out how to let you all see them.

Capetown, our port city was magnificent, there honestly are no other words for it. It is one of the most metropolitan, sophisticated, diverse and beautiful cities I have ever been to. Polar opposite from Salvador. I went on a city orientation and pretty much got acquainted with the immediate area of downtown Capetown. Everyone I met was so warm and willing to chat about everything from real estate to nightlife. Unfortunately for me, there was also an amazing amount of shopping to do here, our dock was right next to a mall! However, I did stay on my $200 budget... yay for me!... Ok, So that´s not quite true anymore, but I was pretty close.

On day two in South Africa I left for my Safari. We went to Kruger National Park in Johannesburg. The safari company we went through, Siyabona, was extremely organized and innovative. Siyabona was apparently the first safari company in the area to hire all black tour guides. Why would this be significant? Well apparently jobs like that had consistently been given to individuals who didn´t know the land or the connection between the wildlife and the surrounding community. So I felt really happy to support them in their endeavors. Immediately upon our arrival at the park (which was a 6 hour drive from the airport) we went on a game drive. I saw an elephant, zebra, giraffe and rhino. Then we got ready to go on a nighttime game drive. It started pouring rain and got pretty windy; I got soaked and was freezing, but lucky for us that compelled the animals to come out. Our truck almost literally ran into a rhino and we saw 3 lions just sprawled out in the middle of the road. It was strange that they were all males and they obviously didn´t care we were there with bright headlights and a loud engine. We had to creep behind them for about 30 minutes; it was for a lack of a better phrase... very cool.  Over the next 3 days we saw tons of animals: elephants, rhinos, hippos, giraffes, impalas, bucks, buffalo, monkeys, lions and others. We woke up everyday at 5 am for a game drive. The experience of almost running over an animal as large as an elephant is something...well, you just have to experience. That was all amazing, but by far the best part of the Safari was the company.

Our guide was Richard and our driver was Hendrick. None of us really knew what to expect from our 3 day camping safari, but the accommodations were super comfortable in these 2 person tents with thick mattress pads, sleeping bags, and even pillows-it was all provided. There was even a specific woman who catered all of our meals! I mean, omelets for breakfast catered, it was crazy. An entire staff of people actually lived on the campsite. Everyone took their jobs so seriously and the entire establishment was really respectable. The legends and stories I heard about South African culture from the staff were invaluable... I actually had an assignment for class to collect some African proverbs and my tour guide being the insightful and AMAZING guy he is stayed up all night and wrote me 52 in his native tongue and then converted them to English... can you believe that ?! That in itself pretty much sums up the safari and what it meant to me, I also met some really great people from the ship, they´ve really been there for me during the voyage since then.

The day after my Safari ended, even though we got back after midnight, I woke up early to do another service visit called operation hunger. Another first: first time on this trip that I´ve cried.

We had to weigh and measure children in a South African township (ghetto). After visiting the favelas and townships, though, I realize that we really have no idea what a "ghetto" is. These people live in real poverty, surviving on $100 a month, that´s unimaginable. When we reviewed the results of all the weighing and measuring, there were only 3 children out of 61 who weren´t stunted in their growth. One beautiful 9-year-old little girl had a BMI of 4.2. That´s what did it for me; it was almost unbearable. Pretty much everyone on the bus gave up the box lunches we were provided with and bought lunch later. But you can never give or do enough. You can´t help everyone, and that was a hard realization, especially when the children fought over food and toys.

In a change of events, that afternoon we visited a Rastafarian community. They, rejected by the government, had so little yet were so content with their lives and positions...they also this unyielding faith, we should all be so lucky.

My last day in port was terrible. The group I was supposed to go Robben Island with left me and I was LIVID. I used shopping therapy to make me feel better, I bought GORGEOUS jewelry... but it´s in the past and that´s just one more reason I have to get back to South Africa in the future.

I fell like I don´t do justice to these ports, although that´s partially because I haven´t felt really challenged yet. While every place we´ve been has been educational and unique, I´m still waiting for that something...if that makes sense. That shock, that lack of comfort... downright terror maybe.

I promise soon I´ll fill you all in on Mauritius, which I just left a couple of days ago, and I´ll write some about my life on the ship, cause I haven´t really done that.

Love you and miss you J

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

Ok, so I´ve been a terrible daughter, friend, relative and overall person. I´m sorry it´s taken me so long to update.

So here is what´s been going on:

Last time you heard from me I was in transit to Brazil... Let me tell you Brazil is freaking HOT! :-P

We docked in Salvador with no issue, but the city honestly was not what I expected. I was traveling with my friend Yaki on the first day and we were heckled a lot. Two females who are obviously tourists are moving targets. Although it was an eye opener being slightly harassed, most often by children who were really mobilized in begging for money, the pre-port (the ship´s administrative way of giving us "helpful" hints about safety and whatnot) warning us about what to expect was a little much. Our inter-port student (someone usually from the country we´re heading to that travels with us between 2 ports), Nara, I think was actually a little offended. People asked if it was safe to carry a camera or ride the bus and it was really frustrating. Coming from New York City that all just seems like common sense to me. Yes I can see how traveling to new places can be kind of frightening, but if you use your head you should be fine like in any big city-so I apologized to her and she actually seemed grateful for that. While Salvador wasn´t the most beautiful city, it was extremely full of culture.

It is the most African influenced area in Brazil, and I think all of South America. Walking down the streets there were people doing capoeira, a fighting dance, everywhere and women dressed all in white in observation of the candombl religion. On my second morning there I went with SAS to the Yemanj festival. Yemanj is the candombl goddess of the sea, and on that day (February 2^nd) everyone makes offerings to her. We went to the beach, which was indescribably crowded, and I offered mascara, flowers and nail polish to the ocean. Hopefully, at some point during this journey she´ll grant the wish I asked of her.

That evening I also went with SAS to a program called Bahia by Night. That was AMAZING!! There were these beautiful and amazingly skilled performers doing all of those dances native to the afro-Brazilian culture. They performed the dances of the deities or orixs while in full costume. Then they performed capoeira in a way I honestly can´t explain, I thought someone was going to lose their head it was so fast! They did a sword and stick dance (macuele), instrumental display (berimbau) a samba de roda procession and got everyone to come on stage and dance with them. The performance was held in a place called Solar do Unho,, which is an old slave quarter and sugar mill. We could still see the tracks in the ground where slaves and sugar were carted around and the cells where slaves were held prisoner. It was the first time on the trip I saw something or went somewhere that really made me think, you know? We´re taught about slavery in the United States, but it was so prevalent everywhere else that was colonized as well. People all over the world, especially in the Caribbean and South America were constantly exploited-that is just a much a part of their cultures as it is ours.

After the show we had a phenomenal dinner at a churrascaria (giant indoor barbeque); it was another first on the trip for me...the first time that I´d been absolutely STUFFED. These waiters walk around with giant slabs of meat and other yummies like fried bananas and French fries. You, the mass consumer of food, have a little piece of cardboard that either says " sim obrigado" (yes thank you) or nao (no more!). I tried everything pretty much, well minus the beef and pork and lamb :-P... so basically not much, but I did eat a TON and I tried sushi, which was also really good.

My next day in Brazil I did a service visit at the Calabar Favela which is essentially a slum or ghetto of Salvador. We received a tour of the community and spent time with the children. It´s an experience that I cannot... almost a month later... wrap my head around. It was astonishing to see children so young, some around 5 or 6, doing capoeira because they were so dedicated to learning and perfecting it (Sidenote: I know I mention capoeira A LOT, but it´s a huge aspect of this culture and everyone basically does it). It seems like the craft serves as a connection to the past but also as alleviation from the worries of everyday life. In return, we performed tweet baby (the hand game) and got all the children to do the chicken... yay for attending lots of Bar Mitzvah´s in junior high.

The really strange thing about visiting the favela was giving out "presents" to the children. It feels like we´re parents at a children´s birthday party giving out loot bags. But glitter tattoos, bubbles, candy bracelets and spinning tops are foreign to these children. They can´t just go to their local store and buy them, let alone see them. They really are utterly superfluous novelties that are revered by the youth in our culture-so that realization was, something.

THEN shopping at a massive mall, enough said J I am my mother´s daughter.

That was the last of my fun in Brazil, I got sick and was in quarantine... you all know how that went, ugh puking and high fevers are NOT fun.

OH!!! Before I forget, I did make it into the performance lab class and this point in the trip is when I was freaking out about memorizing my lines... you´ll find out how that went later... on ward to South Africa!!!!

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

Ok, I can't be online long... minutes are precious, but I promise there is a loooooooooooooong entry and pictures coming soon.

I'm actually technically under quarantine, I had a really high fever (101.3) and apparently gastrointestinal illness or something like that. Whoopie for me right?

Tomorrow will be my 4th and LAST day of missed class... I can't wait to stop being stuck in my room... although they do deliver my meals right to me .

Anyway! Things are looking up, I was just out on deck, it's about 3am my time and I realized the magnitude of what I'm doing. Seeing this endless, undulating and illluminated ocean in front of me was really incredible.

Love you all!

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

Hey everyone!

I don´t even know where to begin, there´s just so much to say. I guess I´ll start with the most recent and work my way backwards. Right now it´s January 26^th at 20:00 (8pm) my time. I actually auditioned for the Performance Lab class today and I´ll find out if I made it sometime soon.

Yesterday at 22:15 (10:15pm) we departed San Juan, Puerto Rico.

So I was in Puerto Rico for 3 days and it was absolutely beautiful. The first day, a few of my friends and I walked all around Old San Juan. We visited El Morro, the fort that the United States attacked in the war of 1898 when they gained Puerto Rico as a territory. We also ate authentic Puerto Rican food for really cheap-all I know is that I had LOTS of platanos dulces (sweet plantains) and they were delicious! It just so happened that we ended up traveling with two Dominican students and a Puerto Rican student who did all the talking (so I didn´t get to practice my Spanish very much), but that´s ok-we had a great time and saw so much. That evening I attended a welcome reception at La Universidad de Puerto Rico that I cannot even begin to describe. From the Bomba music to the gracious students to the presents and Salsa dancing, it was unforgettable!!

The next day I did homework (I know, BORING, but I had a ton to read). Luckily, that night we got to return the favor and host a welcome reception on the ship for the Puerto Rican students and faculty that were so amazing to us. I´m an ambassador on the ship, so I got to give tours and met some truly inspiring people. During the reception, they showed the Semester at sea video-and I just lost it and started crying. I have no idea why it hit me at that moment, but I realized how profound this voyage is really going to be, and how many lives we´re going to touch and vice versa in every country we go to. After the reception, my friends and I went out Bomba dancing! I figured I´d worked enough and we went dancing at a local bar with a live band until late in the night... it was nice to finally cut loose a little.

On my last day (yesterday) I woke up obscenely early (remember I got back late) to go on a trip to the Rio Camuy Caves in Arecibo, Puerto Rico. The stalactites and stalagmites were stunning. The cavern we visited was 180 feet high and was home to a plethora of beautiful vegetation and underground water sources.

So that was Puerto Rico in a nutshell.

Other than that, life on the ship has been smooth sailing, no pun intended, I promise. The first day was really choppy and I had to use half a seasickness patch or else... well, I´m sure you can guess. My roommate is awesome and we´ve been getting along well. My classes are intense, it´s going to be a lot of work-but I wouldn´t have it any other way.

That´s pretty much all that has been going on! My next port of call is Salvador, Brazil and that is truly going to be an experience.  I´ll link some pictures to this blog as soon as I get the chance... but here are a few to tie you all over. Miss you all.

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but

rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

I Just thought it would be smart to include the time zone difference in each of my locations, so here you go:

These are based on Eastern Standard Time, each moving up in hours: example- noon in New York = midnight in Vietnam.  They differ a little from the original chart S@S provided, but I used www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/full.html ,
so I think I'm right (and S@S is WRONG)

13 days...

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous

I'm actually stealing this from another S@Ser's blog, Frank, because it is a phenomenal idea.

Here are the mailing addresses from all of the ports I'll be at so... send me mail, I'll love you all forever and ever and ever

San Juan, Puerto Rico (Suggested airmail date January 9)
January 23
Cruise Plus Service & Sales
1760 Fernandez Juncos Avenue
San Juan, Puerto Rico, 00909

Salvador, Brazil (Suggested airmail date January 18)
February 1
Oceanus Agencia Maritima
Av. Estados Unidos, 555
7th Floor/Room 712
40015-010 Salvador, BAHIA-BRASIL

Cape Town, South Africa (Suggested airmail date January 31)
February 14
John T. Rennie & Sons
PO Box 702
1 Thibault House
8000 Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA

Port Louis, Maritius (Suggested airmail date February 11)
February 27
Ireland Blyth Limited
1 Queen Street
PO Box 53
Port Louis, MAURITIUS

Chennai, India (Suggested airmail date February 23)
March 9
J.M. Baxi & CO.
3rd Floor, Clive Battery Complex
4 & 4A, Rajaji Salai
Chennai-600 001, INDIA

Yangon, Myanmar (Suggested airmail date March 2)
March 16
Myanmar Port Authority
Sea Horse Agency
347/1st Floor, Mahabandoola Road
Kyauktada, Yangon, Myanmar

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam (Suggested airmail date March 11)
March 26
General Forwarding & Agency
5th Floor Osic Building
8 Nguyen Hue Avenue
D. 1, Ho Chi Minh City
VIETNAM

Hong Kong (Suggested airmail date March 20)
April 3
Inchcape Shipping Services (HK) Ltd.
Units 1802-1805, 18th Floor
No 3 Lockhart Road
Wanchai, HONG KONG-CHINA

Qindao, China (Suggested airmail date March 24)
April 7
Penavico Qingdao
21 Wuxia Road
Quingdao, 266002, P.R. CHINA

Kobe, Japan (Suggested airmail date March 28)
April 11
Inchcape Shipping Services
Kenryu Bldg, Room 502
6, Kaigan-dori, Chuo-ku
Kobe-shi, Hyogo-Ken 650-0024
JAPAN

Some of these countries probably have WAY more reliable mail services than others ... use your judgment

"Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!"--Anonymous