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As many readers may know, I adore all forms of exercise: I can sit for hours and watch people (and young women in particular) exercising.
But when a late-40-something white male wants to do similar, I must confess that I find watching a less-pleasurable endeavour.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I read that my good friend and connoisseur of fine red wine, Monsieur Jenkins, is considering not something as simple as a ‘Channel Swim’ (that ridiculous event where grown adults smother themselves in lard and swim from Dover to Calais), but something as complex as swimming the Atlantic Ocean… for 5,572km!
Here’s his itinerary (or part thereof):
Why? Because he wishes to visit Miami and detests with a passion shared by many of us the rigours, ruptures and rough-handling of long hours in ‘Cattle Class’ (aka ‘Economy Class’).
The man is honourably mad, which is why I adore him and call him a friend.
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M.Jenkins-
There are boats that come here. Big boats. Comfortable boats. And (I hear) they take no more time to cross the Atlantic than a human swimming same.
You might check into it.
But then, in a couple of weeks I’ll spend 10 out of 13-14 hours (each way) from Meridian,MS to Houston,TX on a Greyhound bus, likely sharing a seat with an…er, interesting person who (hopefully) is quiet, & has deodorant & knows how to use it.
And on that distorted attempt at a sentence, I take my leave…I promise to bring it back next time.
Love & Peace, Clarence
Clarence, as always your posts bring a smile to my dial and a ray of sunshine to my heart. God bless you, man!
Greyhound bus? Last time I took a Greyhound was from New Orleans to Pensacola in 1981. Everyone else was either insane or a just released convict– sometimes both.
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