21 January 2016 | En Route Phuket
19 January 2016 | En Route Koh Lipe
16 January 2016 | Rebak Island Marina
07 January 2016 | Rebak Island Marina
31 December 2015 | Rebak Island Marina
25 December 2015 | Rebak Island Marina
21 December 2015 | Rebak Island Marina
05 December 2015 | Rebak Island Marina
02 December 2015 | Pulau Langkawi
25 November 2015 | En Route Pulau Pinang
17 November 2015 | En Route Pangkor
14 November 2015 | Kuala Lumpur
08 November 2015 | En Route Port Dickson
04 November 2015 | Puteri Harbout Marina, Johor Bahru, Malaysia
28 October 2015 | Puteri Harbout Marina, Johor Bahru, Malaysia
26 October 2015 | Pulau Kepalajerih
25 October 2015 | En Route Pulau Galang
23 October 2015 | En Route Pulau Mesanak
22 October 2015 | Kelayang, Belitung
18 October 2015 | En Route Kelayang, Belitung
Drinking In The Culture
22 May 2018 | Hoi An, Vietnam
Monday 21 May 2018
Drop off in Saigon upon return from two day excursion to the Mekong delta yesterday afternoon had us walking along Bui Vien Street (diacritics, used on most vowels in Vietnamese to inform meaning (see yesterday's entry), are not used as this iPad is ill-equipped and they wouldn't help most of you anyway), which is backpacker heaven in Saigon and chockers with twenty somethings from all over the world. Bedraggled and sporting our own kits, we looked like the two oldest backpackers alive. Although we drink little beer (nearly the only wine available in Saigon is Vietnamese, which isn't exported because no one would buy it) we stopped by a Circle K (there are Baskin Robbins and Starbucks as well) on the way back to Madame Cuc (Cook) Hotel for a couple of Saigons. It has three things going for it: it tastes pretty good, it's cold, it's cheap - a winner. After running hard for four days it was good to kick back and veg for a few before heading out to late dinner. Our knowledge of local wine comes from Jan's ill-advised order of Sauvignon Blanc. My tequila sunrise was better. We switched back to Saigons. Bed was uncharacteristically comfortable and we slept well until someone started banging a drum at O dark hundred, probably not celebrating the success of Marxist communism over the running dog capitalists.
Except for forgetting to put a pocket knife in checked bag, flight on Vietnam Airline to Danang was uneventful. After losing a couple this way due having the memory of a three-year-old, had not forgotten for quite awhile until now. Security guy at scanner was much nicer than Aussie a few years ago and let me go back to check-in and send it on in a knapsack. Having originally thought to come with only carry-on backpacks, fortunately decided to bring one to check. Cost with Jetstar, the only airline that charges for that on this trip, was recouped in price of new Swiss Army knife.
Danang seems a much newer and cleaner city than HCMC and better maintained, but in a way that spoils the fun. Most restaurants, for example, have English speaking waiters and serve Western drinks, food and music. What's the point. Stay home, go to the corner pub and save your pennies so the kids can squander them after you're gone.
Took a taxi up to Chua Linh Ung Buddhist Temple overlooking Baie du Rocher Nor, River Han and the city to see it and a huge statue of Lady Buddha. If they weren't so set in their ways, she and Phuket's Big Buddha could get together and hatch a batch of baby Buddhas. Both Big B and Lady B are made of what looks like white marble. No idea how they're kept clean in a hot, humid, rainy climate. The number of man-hours to hand carve all the walls, doors, gates, statues and temples must have been phenomenal. Unlike every other Buddhist temple visited this one had no monkeys, but lots of dogs. Buddhists treat animals equally to humans, so probably don't eat them. Technically, however, this could also mean that neither are safe. For awhile self-emulation was real popular in the order - that can't be a good sign. Great views of Danang.
Having become enamored of Vietnamese coffee with condensed milk, hot, we stepped up the street while awaiting bus to Hoi An to find some plus mung bean cake and a croissant for Jan - she speaks French, you know. It was the Cong Caphe (not misspelled), a popular spot, where waiters dress in olive drab, Vietcong pajamas to serve you. They were smiling so it was OK.
Nam That Tune
20 May 2018 | Saigon, Vietnam
Saturday 19 May 2018
To cross a road in most former British colonies or Japan one first looks right and subsequently left. Nearly everywhere else one should initially look left. This in order to view your impending death from speeding traffic as you initially step out then proceed through to the opposite lane. Although the Vietnamese ostensibly drive on the right, normal procedures are irrelevant because buses, cars and particularly innumerable scooters may come at you from any direction. Contrary to good sense motorbikers use sidewalks because they're less crowded so faster speeds are possible. They drive in the wrong direction and across traffic because, well... that's where they want to go. Crossing a street requires both a facility with moving 360 degree geometry and an incongruously lavish sense of optimism. One waits until seeing a felicitous pattern that coincides with a burst of confidence, then steps out into the maelstrom, speeding up or slowing down as gaps approach. A few intersections, many of which have no lights or control apparatus of any kind, have crosswalk signs - you know, the little green and red guys that advise when to go and when not. They are a cruel hoax and should never, ever be included in your decision making process. Friends who recently visited Saigon said they just walked across without looking and relied on drivers to miss them. They are either terribly fatalistic or delusionally trusting of driver's skill and intent. Mike & Rosie are lucky to be alive.
Dennis (real name unpronounceable outside of Asia), our guide to Can Tho and the Mekong Delta, claims that his language is easy because there's no gender or tense. Although begging the question of, for example, how one knows if he's already done something or yet to do it and with whom, this might be true if every word did not have up to six attributes, or "songs", depending on inflection. For example, the word "ca" besides four other completely different meanings can be fish or tomato. One can readily see how this could lead to an awkward situation for the inept foreigner (all Westerners). There are apparently only six songs in the music as well, which perhaps really is simple and only slightly more complicated than the guys who sang "Who let the dogs out". They just had one.
Although roads are basically in good condition, there is either nothing in the language for it or road builders are not taught the word for smooth. The impression is enhanced by axles that are obviously bolted directly to vehicle frames. If one could otherwise nap, constant horn blowing makes New York City cab drivers seem subdued. This stalwart attitude is further evidenced in bedding as mattresses and pillows appear to be made of abandoned truck tires. Ibuprofen supplies are rapidly disappearing. Discussions are underway to upgrade in future to one star accommodations for two dollars more.
Besides visiting the amazing floating market, paddling and motoring on the Mekong, riding bikes alongside canals and sampling curious foods at the Can Tho night market, we stopped by a candy factory (that word is used advisedly) where a coconut slurry mixed with with chili, chocolate or coffee is boiled down into a taffy-like consistency, cut into mouth-sized chunks and wrapped in edible rice paper. It's delicious and perfect for disposing of those pesky amalgam fillings you've had since childhood.
It takes almost 28,000 dong to buy a US dollar. One suspects some tolerably impressive inflation at one time or another. There are no coins. Smallest bill seems to be 200 dong, worth something less than a penny. Most of the currency has so many zeros that losing count is a serious hazard and the drab colors and baffling sizes are little help. Here's a suggestion: whack off at least three zeros and make new, brightly colored, plastic bills called ding-dongs. The proletariat will love them.
16 May 2018 | Changi Airport, Singapore
Thursday 17 May 2018
Up at 0300, taxi at 0400, flight scheduled for 0600 - late. Sunrise was especially more than too early at 25,000 feet. Travel by air sucks anytime, but is a monumental Hoover when it's still dark. Do not take this to mean that you shouldn't fly on Delta Air Lines any time, any where, however, as that is always fun. This public interest announcement has nothing whatever to do with the fact that their continued financial health provides a means to maintain us in our preferred though particularly quaint lifestyle.
If one wants to conserve the children's inheritance by not paying Qantas two to five times as much to get out of Darwin, he must fly Jetstar. Our excuse is that we're cheap. Unfortunately the people who manufacture screeching sprats overpopulate the airline with them, not having had the foresight to drown them when they were kittens, and seem inexplicably unreceptive to my offers of help. However, a short layover in Singapore is all that will be necessary as Jetstar, uncharacteristically convenient, will automatically transfer our one checked bag through to Tan Son Nhut Airport in Saigon (apparently no one actually calls the place Ho Chi Minh City). If this actually eventuates it will lift the experience to the level of riding a disgruntled camel, backward, from Dubai to Aden while beating off a pack of snarling jackals.
Some suggestion was made to just remain in Singapore, a wonderful city/state, and avoid a country on the opposite side of the world where the US felt compelled to kill off significant numbers of our and their population while replicating the ignominious defeat experienced by France several years earlier in order to stop the spread of an ideology we should have had the confidence to know is unsustainable, but the Vietnamese apparently don't hold a grudge and have now discovered a capitalism that would probably have happened thirty years sooner without our inimical help. Plus we look forward to seeing a place that figured so consequentially in the national zeitgeist. How do you pass up a chance to see Vietcong tunnels near Saigon, the Mekong delta, their war museums and the Hanoi Hilton?
One may surmise that lack of sleep has made me a trifle snarky, but this could not be further from the truth. This is me happy.
16 May 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Tuesday 8 May 2018
Selling and shipping out old Raymarine stuff was worth less and caused more trouble than tossing it in the tip, but maybe new owner can get some use of it. Time spent could have gone to cleaning out old earwax... or finishing boat projects. Anyway, thru-hull valves are operative, anti-foul is refreshed, new awning is up, bimini is off for re-stitching and generator is generating its little heart out. Next is window installation and then back at furler. Getting there.
Should mention that, contrary to the way these things normally go, installation of new chart plotter (they're now referred to as MFDs - multi-function displays, not to be confused with a BMFs) with connections to sailing instruments, AIS, autopilot and new radar went off with minimum sturm und drang and works great. Compared to ancient gear it does a lot of really cool stuff and demands the attention of fewer electrons (perhaps it is a BMF).
Since return from Oahu, weather in Darwin has not sucked nearly as much. It's dry season again and no rain. Just as hot, but the dew point dropped a few degrees. This has caused comfort level to soar up to sweltering. Haven't had to get up so early (0600) for bike ride to prevent heat castration.. frustration.. something like that. Forecast for today is balmy. We'll just have to see about that.
Fixed window is bedded into frame awaiting sealer cure. Finishing up with butyl for waterproofing should be done today. Furler work requires removal of new awning and mainsail so that may not happen any time soon. Wind, generally absent during the wet except in thunderstorms, has been blowing a hooley. Repair of leak damaged, wood hatch frames is proceeding apace (contrary to any definitions you may have heard, that pace is slow) and varnishing of them and brightwork will commence immediately upon return in June from Vietnam and Cambodia... possibly. Can't express how annoying it is having to perform manual labor, but once all projects are completed nothing can possibly go wrong again and we will be on the way to Cocos Keeling exactly at 0930, 18 July, then on westward to that large continent where Tarzan lives. By the way, if you haven't read any of the Burrough's series, they're surprisingly entertaining.
Generator required a flushing oil change after 5 running hours. Yanmar had only a few hours since last change, which was however, sixteen months ago. Transmission fluid probably came directly from a dinosaur. All attended to with new filters. Sounds easy, but wasn't of course, as Panda oil was initially replaced with previously used oil that someone had forgotten to pour out (hey, can't tell as it's being poured in), filters purchased in Indonesia didn't fit and getting to trany drain and fill plugs was, in fact, impossible. Normal boat service. If it was easy everyone would be out here scaring fish, polluting the environment and making a nuisance of himself with the natives.
Hate to admit, but weather last few days has been idyllic - warm days, cool nights, low humidity. Only had these conditions last year in June, so maybe with an earlier start, dry season will last more than 3 weeks this time. Anything's possible.
With forty four days (eleven hours, thirty four minutes and twelve seconds, but who's counting) left here after Vietnam/Cambodia visit, all big jobs except mainsail furler are done. The odd inspection, some varnishing and a general dusting and cleaning will make us right. Of course anyone who's done any cruising knows that last statement is complete bull squeeze and not to be countenanced. Besides provisioning, ditching a pant-load of junk accumulated during the previous year and a half of near stasis and estimates for work and time to do final items being grossly underestimated, some serious problem is biding its time, waiting for the critical moment to pounce. It's almost like Easter, we wait with barely contained excitement to see what pretty colored eggs the bunny will bring.
05 May 2018 | Fannie Bay, Darwin
Tuesday 24 April 2018
Excellent trip to Oahu and Hawaii despite extensive use of Imodium - currently on Cipro to slay bad bug. Loaded up on perhaps 30 kilo of better, cheaper items for transport back to Australia. One advantage of standby staff travel besides a bit less expense is some leeway on baggage limits, even on Jetstar.
Waded into Northern Territory wee hours Sunday (getting in and out of Darwin is seldom convenient except of course that the getting out part is worth it). Greeted upon return with bill from customs for radar antenna shipped from New Zealand: duty 4.3%, GST 10%, customs entry fee 3.8% plus an additional 1% which provenance is a tad nebulous, but have acquiesced in the knowledge that we help fund the state government in meticulous control of regrettably willing citizens.
"It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged." - G. K. Chesterton
Thursday 3 May
Would like to say sloth was cause of your reprieve (that of course assumes this is not your first attempt to read this drivel), but have been working fingers to the bone getting all major boat systems operational. Except for the odd bit: replacement of broken window, varnishing hatch openings and brightwork, liferaft inspection - in progress, replacement of broken thru-hull valves and anti-foul renewal - hauling out today for those very things and cleanup of deck and stainless, it's done. This is another example of hope over experience and of course temporary as something big is inevitably going pear-shaped at this very moment.
A day delayed due difficulty in achieving haul out goals, enjoying two nights on the hard with no air or fridge, splashed yesterday and went sailing. Besides normal problem of running rig running amok after sixteen idle months, mainsail furler was again catatonic (see above paragraph). Heavy wind piped up surprising us with vigorous conditions strewing non cruise prepared items (lots of them) about cabin including Jan's sewing machine. Her famous equanimity was subsequently less conspicuous for awhile. Would have stayed out until tomorrow, but neglected to buy fresh petrol for dink. Made shore for dinner at Darwin Sailing Club last night, barely, but now on empty plus old fuel barely kept Yamaha firing.
"Someday we'll look back on this moment and plow into a parked car." - Evan Davis
Penury In Paradise
10 April 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Sunday 8 April 2018
Hawaii does not suck. Of course, compared to Darwin, Cleveland doesn't suck, but Hawaii doesn't suck much, much more. We're flying to the big island on Thursday. Not sure, not having been there, but surmise it will not suck a bunch too. An aspect of this is that we shipped a pant-load of stuff from the lower 48 to mates in Ko Olina Marina, increased the bottom line of Costco and hit several other places to accumulate crap that will pass through Aussie customs in large checked bags without duty for much less than buying there, even if available. Variety and cost here (middle of the Pacific Ocean, right?) is majorly better.
Sold all old Raymarine stuff on eBay. Cool. Must now pack up and ship all to Brisbane at beginning of three week break before Vietnam. Busy return from HI. New radar should have arrived, generator parts should be ready, new window should have been shipped in, new awning arrived awaiting installation, haul-out for valve replacement plus other stuff in offing. All require time, toil and tithing with ton of other tasks on train. Strenuous effort will be necessary to find opportunity for sloth. This seems wrong.
Today West Marine experienced the joy of visa as we contemplate paying the sucker off in May. That on top of excruciating credit bill and IRS this month. Hope to get all assembled loot into luggage under weight limit. Jetstar could drive us into bankruptcy for a couple kilo over, negating any savings from Australian rapacity, so care is essential.
Let Me Count The Ways
03 April 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Saturday 31 March 2018
Tomorrow is April Fools and it came early this year. Had a bit of trouble getting on flight to Oz because immigration canceled current visa when refusing an extension request because corporeal presence was not inside country boundaries on day decision was made. As everyone knows this is explained by clause 600.411 in schedule 2 of the Migration Regulations. Was actually in New Zealand exactly where itinerary given them indicated. Martha, "after considering the information provided,"... was "not satisfied that the applicant is currently in Australia". Two days later, had she procrastinated slightly longer, the request would have been accepted. The application cost a non-refundable $1045 AUD. The refusal notice indicated an appeal was possible. After spending half an hour answering the extensive on-line questions was informed on the final page that it would cost an additional non-refundable $1731 for the appeal. Expletives were not deleted.
No worries. An e-visa was obtained (required) at the airport for $50 and since Jan is feeling well and assuming we go to Vietnam in May a new one will then carry past projected departure from Cocos Keeling. Never highly enraptured by Australian nanny state bureaucracies, am now particularly unenthusiastic about ever returning once gone.
Preparing her wonderful fish chowder this afternoon Jan realized she had no white wine. Soon discovered that it's against the law for convenience store, open nearby, to sell adult beverages on Sunday. Frying Nemo, the fish and chips place even closer, could sell a bottle, but illegal to carry it off premises, even to dock about 20 meters away. It's Ok, however, to purchase from special "drive thru" bottle shop in Darwin. Asking if this was due to morality police, was informed that it started that way (after all most people are too stupid to regulate their own lives without the forced help of do-gooders, right?), but primary purpose now was to enrich favored businesses. Ah.
Feeling overburdened with an intolerable surplus of funds, needing a bit of comfort-buying due visa hash-up and presented with a really great deal on new digital Raymarine chart plotter and radar, was obliged to purchase same from Lusty & Blundell, ie. Lumpy Bundle, in Auckland. All analog navigation junk plus extra outboard motor are on the block with eBay to help alleviate subsequent bewildering turnaround in financial situation. Large additional chunk to be extracted by IRS on 17 April, tax day, particularly unhelpful in this regard. It is, however, a great comfort to live on a sailboat because the wind is free.
Notwithstanding that NZ has 1/10 the market of Australia, there is overall more choice of better products at lower prices. Wonder if it has anything to do with their easing restrictions on trade back in the 90s? - you know, Donald, lowering tariffs and such.
During our New Zealand visit Darwin had a category 2 tropical storm (eye passed over the marina) and a 6.2 earthquake. Dang! We missed all the fun. As this shows it's not just the numerous deadly beasties that can kill you in Australia. Hard at it, the tree services will probably be busy for months clearing up an amazing number of downed trees, huge, medium and small. The place looks like it was hit by a cyclone... oh right.
After a week back in Darwin from two weeks in New Zealand boat is, confounding plan to have all major items done by now, in worse condition for Indian Ocean than before. Yikes! Nafea is Muslim, but guys rebuilding injector pump are likely Christian and nothing gets done quickly even when it's not Easter. But you know, there's nothing like a religious holiday to justify anticipation and execution of a major piss-up. After farting around for fifteen months, time is actually growing short given we'll be in Hawaii for three weeks and Vietnam for three. Of course plotter and radar are entirely my fault, but sorting that is mostly under my control and it's way more fun blaming delays on everyone else.
Well Done or Rare?
13 March 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Tuesday 13 March 2018
Friday the 13th happened on Tuesday this month. That means Friday is like three days away from today, so expect we're OK this time, but watch out for April. Now don't you wish you'd ignored this post and saved the groan for something more urgent?
Generator ran for 2.8 hours before deciding it had better things to do. Nafea (pronounced Naffa - he graciously accepted my apology for repeatedly calling him Raffa - thought it was just my accent.. as if. Obviously everyone else but me has an accent around here) came back to check as soon as we returned from clinic this morning (Jan's almost 2/3 done with final round, yaaay!). He discovered that sludge from backed up water had coated inside of fuel injector pump (and everything else oil had touched) causing one side to stick. Rebuild of pump and flushing of engine with kerosene to follow. That broken though-hull valve, including haul-out and replacement, will ultimately cost about 1/4 price of new generator. Boooo!
Six weeks past last breakout from Darwin, anticipated completion of all major boat projects would have worked out well if everything had worked well (tautology?). It didn't. Given that successful, on-time results in normal projectland are achieved about 5% of the time and time is not critical, disappointment is endurable. Besides stuffed generator, radar, shipped in from Annapolis, Maryland, has yet to be tested and installed. Arrived with enclosure buggered, needing work - now done. Also, cable attaches at different location from old array and may not reach. Reparation parts in hand for earliest effort when again in residence.
Flight out for New Zealand tomorrow morning saves us from further stress until 28 March. Expect to subsequently get Panda and Raymarine completely operational over Easter (Nafea's Muslim) before leaving again for Hawaii on 5 April. Outcome confidence skyrockets to 10%. A plethora of picayune parts to polish off persists, but, perforce, pretty piddling to prevent positive, possibly perfect performance. Last injection 17 July. We sail on the outgoing tide, 18 July at 0958. Au Revoir, adieu and adios Australia.
Parts In, Parts Out
06 March 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Tuesday 6 March 2018
Radar is in country. Shouldn't take more than a couple of weeks to find its way to Darwin, another week for notification and just one more to deliver. Pretty confident to have it before July departure. Now if it's operable and compatible with plotter wiring we'll be back where we were before cable was cut to remove pedestal about five months ago. Running hard to stay even here.
Hardware arrived and Rafea put the generator back together after cleaning up unexpected mess. Discovered something totally interesting. Panda engine, a Kubota, has two outlets. One above waterline and one below. Single water- cooled exhaust goes into wet muffler and is pumped up to an anti-siphon box where this division takes place. The underwater contingent then goes to a through-hull which is connected to four other sources including the shower sump. The fun part is that the outlet valve handle was open, but the valve itself remained closed. Bad dog. So, one might query, where does all the sump water go? With head removed for repair every shower had dumped water all over the currently open cylinders and into the oil sump. Cool huh? Word is that insufficient time had elapsed for the subsequent rust to have done much damage. Engine now running well awaiting another oil change in five hours and re-check in ten.
Finally got in contact with Hylas. Seems they have two web sites. One has good information and the other has emails no one checks and phones no one answers. Ms. Cheng, the nice lady in Taiwan with whom contact was finally made, indicated they would be delighted to sell me a window and suggested a request be made via operative email address, which she passed along. Measurements were subsequently sent for new window that did not match old one. Close enough. On the way. Optimism abounds.
Character building three-stitch scar from BCC excision is currently healing. Hoping for a large, florid lightning bolt shape below left eye to better frighten children, but doctor says it will hardly be noticeable. Just have to continue doing it the regular way with chainsaw and hockey mask.
Extortion, Restoration, Incision and Acclamation
02 March 2018 | Tipperary Waters Marina, Darwin
Wednesday 28 February 2018
There is in all of Australia one place (around 4000 km away in Sydney) that manufactures curved safety glass to your specifications (to replace broken one in saloon) for which they demand your first born male child. Not having one of those would be a disadvantage except they also accept what would have been be his entire inheritance. This is problematic as we are committed to pissing it all away on more frivolous things. Alternative stratagems are being contemplated. These include acrylic, polycarbonate and a shiny new window from the boat builder in Taiwan. That last assumes the overhead saloon window is the same on current design, they have an extra they're willing to part with and they ever get back to me.
Thompson's Water Seal is a popular wooden deck sealer. Rumor has it that this stuff, which costs about as much for four liters (from building supply) as just one of the required one hundred and twenty five, four gram bottles (only available in a chandlery) of the silicone stuff that canvas maker recommends (foregoing includes slight hyperbole), works well for waterproofing old Sunbrella. Internet sources are ambivalent. Bimini, which hasn't been touched for the five years we've owned the boat, had begun to leak so... Yesterday subsequent to disconnecting and removing four flexible solar panels, emptying the cockpit, removing all side panels and top, washing the thing three times on both sides, brushed on enough sealer to totally soak the whole covering. It stinks - rumor also has it that this will dissipate. Morning rain had given way to uncharacteristic sun for rest of day allowing completion. After five years of shrinkage, snap and fastener corrosion and broken plastic zippers, reinstallation was less than a joy, but all back now waiting for next rain. Due some freak of nature it's sunny again today. This is bad news for three reasons: 1) Can't check bimini, 2) Way hotter without clouds and 3) Can actually see your skin sizzle as solar rays strike it.
Speaking of which we made our regular pilgrimage to a dermatologist the other day to have various barnacles cryo'd and top of suspected BCC (that's doctor talk for basal cell carcinoma, an oxymoronically benign malignancy) whacked off for biopsy. Results Monday when worst case scenario is a character-generating scar below left eye. Expect to explain as wound received while saving a lunchroom full of orphans from a starving maniac attacking everyone with a plastic spork when he could neither pick up his spaghetti nor eat his soup. (This works somewhat better if you know what a spork is)
Sound of thunder was sufficient to induce continued sleep in lieu of dragging torpid carcasses from bed at 0600 to go biking. Although riddled with guilt we will accept the associated angst for the balance of today by screwing off. Plan is to assuage all remorse tomorrow by swimming laps in the Parap pool with self-esteem again rocketing far above any rational explanation.
"Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself." - Jane Wagner