Like an 18th century privateer with a Monarch’s deed to pillage the perfumed seas of the South Pacific, we made our way to the port city of Singapore.
We met in New York where Susan fell for my swashbuckling smile and baronial ambitions which, alas, never parlayed into sovereign territory on the Upper West Side.
We married in the year, 2000 and we’ve been whooshing ever since.
The promise of vast tracts of fertile land and rubies long gone, we live for the chase described as “experience holidays” in today’s modern parlance.
After an evening of dining and dicing in Singapore’s raucous casino sector, we caught a few hours of sleep before boarding our vessel.
Our sailing sloop for this journey is called the “Riviera” and is from the Oceania fleet. She’s a sleek and sturdy structure known in Papeet as the “Rum Runner” due to her tapered hulls and generous liquor packages.
Tonight we embark under the cover of moonlight and sail the Java sea. When we awake, we should be in the ancient city of Surabaya where we have an appointment with a delightful young guide who promises to chauffeur us through the “sights and flavors” of this former Dutch trading post.
Until my next log entry…