It’s the summer of 2021, and I'm with my brother-in-law again. We are on a much smaller boat with a much simpler pair of goals: to not fall into the icy water around Kodiak Island, Alaska, while also trying to catch at least one fish (or to at VERY least not hook one of our fishing partners with one of the stunningly large hooks on our borrowed poles!).
There was a chance – just a CHANCE – that the thing currently disturbing my bobber was some sort of prehistoric mud-dweller, one who had lain at the bottom on Old Man So-and-So’s pond since the dark ages, and was just now summoned from the murky depths to investigate the curiosity that was my small nightcrawler, still struggling upon my tiny hook.
As someone with a history with Filipino people, it’s interesting that they are so prevalent here, some 5000 miles from their homeland.
If my two travel mates and I were to lay down head to foot on the belt and rode it around, there would not be a moment when you wouldn’t see a man lying on a rotating belt.