Two bits of very good news. First, my bags have caught up with me in Mexico so I am now reunited with my hiking boots, new running shoes, heart rate monitor, and other less important things. I am relieved that I won't be spending precious time going shopping to replace everything, and also that I won't have to climb Kilimanjaro in brand new hiking boots.
Second, as of today, Sedna has been liberated from the grasp of Customs in the Port of Miami. Some very kind people in Florida have pulled out all the stops to retrieve her before I incurred any more storage charges - people I've never even met before. Daniel is the brother of Josh who works at Windsurfing magazine where Eric is a regular columnist. Their kindness in giving up time, effort and gasoline to help a total stranger is very much appreciated.
Now all I need is someone willing to drive her from Florida to San Francisco. I'm pursuing various lines of enquiry, including advertising on Craig's List, but if anybody knows a possible volunteer do please let me know. I'm willing to pay $600 plus reasonable expenses for fuel and accommodation en route.
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I've had some feedback on who said yesterday's quote. It was either Robert Fulghum (author of All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten) or Bill McKenna (professional motorcycle racer, quoted in Cycle magazine Feb. 1982).
Either way, it's a good one, and may find its way into my New Year's Resolutions for 2007. Another resolution is to, at least once in the year, say something sufficiently profound that other people will be quoting ME...
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It's a great quote, but who said it?: 'Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "WOW! What a ride!"'
Answers, please!
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Another epic journey, including an extremely uncomfortable overnight stay on a bench in JFK airport, and now I'm back in Mexico. A few days ago I was out on chilly, grey Ilkley Moor. Today I'm in 85-degree heat and sunshine. My body doesn't know what's hit it.
My body may be finding it hard to keep up, but so is my luggage. Somewhere between Heathrow, JFK, Houston and Manzanillo it went astray. It contains most of the clothes I own, plus various computer leads, documents, and my heart rate monitor. Let's hope it turns up.
And speaking of things lost in transit... Sedna may at last have turned up safely in Miami, but she's costing me a fortune. My outstanding bill for storage, unloading, clearing customs, etc., currently stands at $2000 and it's going up at the rate of $120 a day, even when that day is a bank holiday and nothing can be done to get her moved. Ouch!
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