Abi posted this photo on Facebook and it was so awesome I felt inclined to share it here – capturing a true transient state.
The pic neatly encompasses the sort boat mayhem that was one of the unexplainable running themes of sabbatical. This was when the guide surprised us by intentionally flipping the boat; I like how gravity yet to figure out that I’m not supposed to still be sitting in the raft.
I’m suffering from a big case of sabbatical hangover brought on to this thing called going to work everyday. The treatment: Cynthia and I are heading to Paul and Rachael’s wedding this weekend. It’s going to be good times.
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