This is the south pacific version of the A-Team. We right wrongs with bananas and coconuts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me as a missionary circa 1580. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who doesn’t like to be greeted with Guava juice? Our publicist, Tess, looks like she’s at her 10th birthday party with her two creepy uncles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a pound cake that is being shown off like a tiara. They got me. I brought a little duty free treats home. And by treats, I mean cake and whiskey. 

 

 

I wish I had seen Japan, but never did. I’ll have to go back for that. Saw the Naval Bases. Met a lot of great people who are putting their lives on the line for our country. And we even made a couple of them laugh. You would think that the travel would have been painful but the USO is such a great organization. We were met at every gate. Taken care of at every turn. And I would like to thank all of the wonderful people who make it their job to ensure that the troops get a little taste of home in a foreign land. We were treated like rock stars. Got the feeling that a lot of them would rather be stationed at home but have gone where the navy needs them and for that I applaud them. It would be tough to be in a foreign land for a 3 year stint. I was stationed in San Diego and would go to the Miramar Officer’s Club for Wednesday night ladies night. Much easier time. 

For when I want to be not only refreshed, but also uplifted. Some find religion. I have found Coke.

 

 

 

On a bus, priority seating for… “Ventiloquists, John Hurt from “Alien”, Tap Dancers, and Guys sitting at little tables with their feet in the water”.

 

 

Great Food, but I gotta admit not what I was thinking about for breakfast. Didn’t exactly go well with coffee. And the stuff in the upper right corner didn’t go well with anything. And yes, that is an egg and it needs a little more cooking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

USS Essex. Thanks for the tour.