My passport is in Washington D.C. visiting family. Apparently his Big Brother called him in so that I could get my visas for China, India, and Brazil. What this means is that they wanted to hold the passport for 60 days... this is funny because I will be in Mexico and then crossing the Pacific for the next 80 days. What I'm trying to say is thatl Smita and I will be shipping ourselves to Mexico by ocean liner. We have a lovely crate all lined up complete with food for a month and a wind up black and white television. We have also packed enough instant oatmeal to feed Somalia. Apparently Smita is having trouble as well too, the Indian embassy seems disinterested in helping her and Mexico doesn’t really want her any more than they want me.
However providing everything works out I will be living the good life in about two days (again this is entirely dependant on the Government being prompt and sending my Passport back in time… ha ha ha…). On the off chance that I do make it to Mexico though I managed to secure a room out side of the Puerto Vallarta area for incredibly cheap. To help with living costs I managed to solicit both Emilee and Jessica to my cause. They will be sharing the room with me in Mexico… before we sail to Tahiti… in January… (I imagine this whole ordeal with the Passport is karma for just downright mean statements like that) What can I say; I had to pick pretty crew members as companions. They will have astronomically better exchange rates in the Mexican market.
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Umm...Jessica AND Emily?
Chris, you're scaring me. I'm calling the embassy. I'll see you home shortly. Hopefully, I won't have wrecked your motorcycle by then.
Yes, what he said, Chris. We are in agreement on this (don't faint, but I won't be wrecking your motorcycle.
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