Last Minute Goofiness.

It all works somehow.

Here I sit at SeaTac after traipsing through TSA Pre check. Oh yeah, this is how it used to be. That was smooth.

Before SeaTac it was an almost nervous ride to my credit union. The helpful BECU folks canceled my card dud to a security breach at some bid box store. The nice BSCU folks also mailed me a new card. Unfortunately they hadn't factored in my leaving the country for six weeks. Aieeee!!!! No access to cash!! And no, Bob, the card did NOT arrive last night.

So this morning, in ten minutes, the helpful little elves at BECU had ne set up with a new card, a new PIN, a new travel alert and smiley Bon voyages. Kudos!

Off I go. Whatever pre-departure stuff is not done will remain so. Hi Ho as Mr. Vonnegut would say.

Ciao, ciao Rain and gloom and cold.
Weeeeeeeeee!!! To the South we go!!!

The Bag is Packed

Hola! Muchachas y Muchachos.

So it begins again.  The bag is packed, the rudiments of six weeks of travel rolled into the faithful 40 litre Deuter backpack.  Vaccinations are up-to-date and the anti-malarial stuff is packed.  One of these days I am going to go native and jettison that crap, but not yet.

While my sights naturally turn to the West and all points Asian, this journey is to the South.  I am starting with some time in Tucson hanging with the Genetic Envelope and from there thence to Panama, Colombia and Ecuador.

The trip will culminate in Cuenca, Ecuador, at the Hasen Safehouse, secret lair of ex-pat wannabees.

This is the test post, the teaser, the "do-you-really-want-to-waste-your-time-with-this" post.  Follow along if you like, or not.  I ask your indulgence for my presumption that anyone would have the slightest interest in my scribblings and I apologize in advance for the offense they may give.

D-day is Friday, 10:48 AM.