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White Beluga whales swam past us sometimes in those jaded emerald waters and seals would steal fish from our nets, damaging them.
On a boat for over a month with the same three people, bad food, but lots of good Chinook salmon to be eaten, lots of card games. It is always a little disorienting coming back. One day our mast broke off after attempting to help by towing from it a boat that had their web stuck in their propeller. We then traveled to an anchored up processing barge. Named the Artic Rose, it had people who could helped us weld the mast back together cause we couldn?t fish without it. We hadn?t showered for weeks and they gave us free dinner too. I ate beside Tony, a South African and beside a Filipino man I worked with in Adak. It was good seeing them again. We talked about rumors about the island. On my way back, on the planes, I had to stop in Anchorage for like seven hours and in the airport I got a hug from a Filipino who I had lived with for a while in Adak. Sometimes people in transit meet and remember good times. It was good.
Then the rest of the summer I travel in China and Thailand, met interesting people, traveled with some, shared expenses but it wasn?t the same at all. Even if I climb up the great wall and saw camels, learned how to cook thai food and did some kick boxing in Bangkok it wasn?t the same. Uhm but yes I still write to some people I met on Adak. I?m
Not sure I can say it is wonderful there but I have to say it was pretty unique. I?m not looking for wonderful. So when is the next island meeting, potluck, or conference?