As I stand on the end of the dock in Seghe, the most southern point on New Georgia Island with all my worldly posessions straped to my back, I can feel hat all too familiar feeling ball up inside of my stomach. I recognize it instantly as a twinge of insecurity as I watch the Solomon Express slowly turn, and with a belch of unhealthy black soot, groan away from me. A desparate re-apprasal of our current situationmakes me think that maybe, just maybe, the information that my attorney and I gathered from that guidebook that shall remain nameless, about Seghe [View Full Entry]

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Its Magic! After staring clueless at a miniature sickle shaped blade for nearly 20 minutes, my attorney has taken his life into his own hands and plunged the blade into a can of Solomon Island tuna. Food! This act of courage has ended our current diet consisting of mainly bread and doxycycline. Ahhh, protein! Now that I have a full stomach and can think somewhat clearly again, I have begun to realize that it has been sometime since my last entry. Not wanting to bore you, the reader, with more incoherent stories than necessary, Ill try to sum everything in another [View Full Entry]

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