tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436799281970133101.post4064674544020663145..comments2024-03-24T02:20:11.598-07:00Comments on Beneath a Balcony of Stars: A Journey to Tonga: The Day I Took a 22 Hour Boat Ride - Version 2.0Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04563692737567472268noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436799281970133101.post-7292216391824557432014-01-30T12:58:44.378-08:002014-01-30T12:58:44.378-08:00I wish I could take a 22-hour boat ride myself! He...I wish I could take a 22-hour boat ride myself! Heh. I need one right now. And at a fundamentally compelling locale, such as the one you went all those nautical miles to. It's really one of the more splendid joys in life, as well as exhilarating. Largely because we don't tend to chart the waters in our lives, and we don't venture into it that much in our daily routine or even work hours and appointments. This is really one of those things you wish you can just keep in your pocket, and get more than enough out of once in your life.<br /><br /><a href="http://nwrli.com/about-us/" rel="nofollow">NWRLI</a><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2436799281970133101.post-37884012395849856372014-01-21T20:50:10.851-08:002014-01-21T20:50:10.851-08:00Dramamine is my friend when I'm on boats like ...Dramamine is my friend when I'm on boats like that. When we lived in Alameda, I could handle the half hour ferry from Alameda to San Francisco. When we were in Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) during our cruise last year, I could not handle the hour ride to the Marietta Islands or the hour ride back. I learned my lesson after last year and made sure I had the Dramamine this year. I was much happier for that.Renee Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12513788818111774118noreply@blogger.com