The speed of satellite-based Internet — in opposition to gravity’s rainbow — means losing a game of chess to Charlie in the Explorations Cafe, not far from Emily and Philip, Tarigan and Ganda…

…or dancing to the sounds of the HALCats.

Thanks to many, including Tika, Hendra, Evelyn, Ann-Marie, Jasmin the barista, Pratansh, Diana F., Andry, Ami, Ruther, I GDE Ryan, Rhia, Siva, Joshua, Tresna, and more when time permits.

Seeing ice calve from a glacier is entertaining, if not enlightening, in the bright light of a late July sun amidst Aussie accents, Indian smiles, Filipino food lovers and sounds of a cruise ship at sea.

Thanks to a few more, such as Red Onion Saloon, Liz and Mark during the Golden Glassblowing glass at Jewell Gardens; Courtney of Temsco.

The writing slips through cold, icy fjords of the Inner Passage not far from Glacier National Park, landslides smearing black streaks on snow fields, bird droppings on railings, bananas and apples in metal baskets accenting staterooms where one relaxes, eating breakfast while history writes itself around you.

Time for a full body massage.

Au revoir, Mt. Cooper, Lamplugh and Margarie glaciers.

Adios.

Auf wiedersehen.