So my Bonhomme Richard adventure has finally come to a close. It was a bittersweet departure for me. Bitter as I left behind a few dear friends and my girlfriend Nicki, but sweet because one of my best friends that I had made was also leaving along with me and we were both escaping together.
I’m sure Ryan is currently writing up his own blog post explaining all the wonderful details of our departure so I thought I would tell you about the not so wonderful ones.
Have you ever met that guy? You know the one I’m talking about, the guy that has the answer to every question and doesn’t mind spitting them out in your face every five seconds. The guy that interrupts you mid sentence with information pertaining to whatever it maybe that you are talking about, or about something that you may not be talking about. The know-it-all, the one-up-er, you know, that guy.
His name is G-Money and we have the privilege of being his traveling partner until whenever it is that we get back to the states. The whole G-Money nickname started as a joke between myself and one of the other guys that is traveling with us.
You see G-Money had interrupted me mid-sentence while I was sitting in the galley eating dinner. I was talking to one of the other guys I’m traveling with, a GM who is transferring to a frigate back in SD. I was comparing itineraries with him and finding out that we were in fact on the same flights, when out of no where chimes in G-Money, “You know there is this really kick-ass club in Ethiopia!”
I was polite. Really, I said, obliging him. “Yeah,” he said, “It’s not far from the airport and it’s kick-ass.”
Seeing that I had no answer to this stupidity my friend chimes in, “I don’t think that is a good idea seeing that I don’t have a passport.
“Nah, it’s ok. I went last time and I didn’t have a passport.”
Silence. This was my first encounter with G-Money and it happened less than 5 hours in. It’s now day three and we still have at least a day and a half to go.
As annoying as someone like this can be he has turned into a constant supply of laughs. Just today we were supposed to fly out from Djibouti to Ethiopia where we were to have a 7-hour layover but at the last minute our flight was canceled. G-Money as you can imagine did not take this news well. He got upset and excused himself outside. One of the guys traveling with us turns to Ryan and myself and says, “Guess he is going to cancel that bottle service at the club. Hope he can get his money back.”
We just lost it.
Tomorrow starts the very long flying portion of our adventure and who knows what that will hold for G-Money plus seven.
Mark
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