Chasing Ideals

Perhaps what has been heaviest on the old mind of late has been a development of the tuft variety. By that I mean to say that I have gained a few unnerving hairs on the upper body. I have yet to determine whether it is a product of the quantity of Polish sausage consumed or of the sea air but needless to say I have been pondering the subject greatly. To some these wonderings may sound like lunacy but I can assure you that there is reason. One does not wish to arrive at the coast of Greece wearing a permanent sweater. The sight of a hairy creature entering and then emerging from the depths may lead to a swift harpooning of said creature. Few of the coast dwellers could pass up the opportunity to collect such a prize. It has also led to thoughts of whether my electric razor would be up to the job. Hacking away at the top of one's head is one thing but to attack the back and chest is quite another. I have no desire to be caught in the act of shaving sed regions in the midst of a crowded campground. And where would one even hide such quantities of hair that I have seen other chaps in this situation flaunting about. It is all quite perplexing and I would appreciate any suggestions. The coast of Greece is beckoning and I have no desire to answer the call looking like the famed Yetis of old. I apologize to those of you who can't make heads or tails of this but it has taken me nearly to tears with laughter.

I have little to say of the past days. It is not that I did not enjoy myself but the occurences do not inspire any great prose in their honor. Monday evening I arrived to the island of Hvar aboard a ferry. I stayed on the island until Wednesday morning. The island is certainly worth a visit and the city of Hvar itself is a worthwhile place to explore and to ponder. I stated earlier on that there is not the same enjoyment of cities when you visit them alone. Cities I believe are places where one needs companions for you are more keenly aware of your aloneness when surrounded by the life of a city. Wednesday afternoon I made my way here to Dubrovnik, another wondrous city. The old town is surrounded by high walls and the interior consists of sloped narrow stone streets. It is unlike any that I had yet visited and certainly worthy of its famed beauty in terms of its construction and the historical aspect that it breathes. There is something wondrous at the thought of being surrounded by hundreds of years of history. It leads one to imagine the lives of those that lived within the boundaries of the place. What a thing to realize that what I am seeing with my eyes is the same or close to what others saw and experienced in a completely different age. I have put up a new gallery of pictures to Lovable Quirks from these last days. I haven't mentioned this also but I head toward Greece tomorrow and will be meeting up with Wiesieck and some of the kids in the middle of next week. We will travel together for about three weeks exploring there. I must travel through Montenegro and Albania to get to Greece so doubt I will be able to post for a few. Despite the claims I have no choice but to travel through those countries to get there in a reasonable time.