Rapids

Have you ever considered that you really don't want to know everything about someone, regardless of how close you are or how well you know them, as if some mystery and unknowns are required?  Perhaps it's the element of discovery that we don't wish to lose, the lure of the unknown, anticipating the next surprise.  I wonder if that applies to one's self?  Sometimes feeling so grounded, so sure, and other times, not so much, things on the edge of unravelling, disjointed, everything up in the air and you don't have a clue where they'll fall, if at all.  I'm finding, more and more, I enjoy things along this periphery.  Certainty has no element of adventure, no joi de vie.  Be the leaf floating on the stream, and hope for some rapids.  Take up touring International in third world countries. I can almost guarantee rapids.

The flying has been steady.  Contract renewals and rumours of a return to Mombasa, perhaps a change of hotel, and new people coming on board and old friends moving on, it's as always, in a steady state of flux.  Just enjoy the here and now and embrace the change.  I'm flying and working and having way too much fun, so you won't hear me complaining very much.

To add to this disjointed and bizarre post, yet once again I'll claim to have found thee perfect survival knife!  The SOG Seal Pup Elite.  Good steel that will hold an edge and won't rust, small and light enough to keep with you, and tough enough to take whatever you might throw at it, simple and functional and it looks cool
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