Who the hell do I think I am?

I mean, really. Who the Hell do I think I am having a blog? Blogs are for people who are consistent in life. I can't even write a bit every couple of days and post online. Am I that lazy? Or boring?



Oh, God. Maybe I'm both. Maybe I'm incredibly lazy and terribly boring.


Probably not. If I were really incredibly lazy, I seriously doubt that I would put for the effort to ponder whether or not I was. And, boring I can't be. I mean, look at the syntax of that statement. It's anything but boring. It's interesting, if anything.


What to say? Well, I'm out at sea again. God. I haven't written in this blog in a million years it seems. But, I'll just have to forgive that, and so will you and now we can move on.


It's great out here. This is the best ship I've done so far. We have a brilliant itinerary. We sail out of Boston-super fun-to Bermuda and stay for 3 days and 3 nights. So basically, I'm living half my life in Bermuda. I'm half-Bermudian. I'll likely start wearing Bermuda socks, drinking ginger beer and complaining about tourists whilst sailing on my mini yacht or riding my deluxe scooter.

It's only the beginning. I've already had adventures-o-plenty. And, it's only the beginning.

Snorkel Park (pictures to follow)

How do I explain? Where do I? What can I?

Basically, it's a White Trash, over priced, cylindrically shaped bar named Hammerheads, located on what should be considered beautiful Bermudian beach front (but it's too chock full of inebriated idiots to enjoy that particular factor) surrounded and enclosed by the historic, naval stone walls and gates that create a life-sized maze around the Dockyard that is King's Wharf.

And everyone gets retarded. Myself included.

And, this is what I'm doing with my life. Jealous?