Dear readers, it seems that when we deplaned in the great city of San Francisco, both Buford and I were a little tired and not paying attention to the signs. So, you guess it, we piled down on this bench to get some rest when the cops came and hauled us off. (Hence the lack of postings the past few months.)
So we were thrown on a boat and shipped out to this place that looks vaguely familiar.
The closer we came to the island, a chill came over us. This is not going to end pretty and there is will be no escaping this rock. That, and apparently only Indians are welcome, which I find incredibly ironic.
More postings on this saga are yet to come.
