I’ve been through all sorts of climates and situations on my travels, and I’ve gotten by just fine with very little clothing. Once, after spending several months in sunny Thailand, I traveled up through China, South Korea and Japan in the dead of winter.
Twas a rough night sleeping across two seats on the ferry, but I’m awake at the crack and giddy like a kid at Christmas. Today is the day, three and a half years in the making. I go up on the top deck and find it empty. The helicopter pad becomes my dance floor, the wind my music, the rising sun my spotlight, and I dance the dance of a very happy man.