Hey! Where'd He Go?

By now James is likely zip-lining over a ski-slope in the Dubai airport as he waits to catch his plane home to Toronto. Too bad. After enjoying the fireworks our neighbours set off almost every evening over the last two weeks, I'm sure he'd be getting a kick out of the musical raucous of singing, drums, and cymbals, emitting from the tent that now takes up a large section of "street" in front of our apartment building.

Good times.

So the last you heard from me James was coming. And now you hear from me and James is gone. You might be relieved that you weren't getting lengthy play by plays of the daily events. As James' first words to me when I went to pick him up at the airport practically were "My god your blogs are long", I know he would commiserate with you. Or perhaps you're thinking "what the f***!" why haven't we heard something for this long."

Well, we've been busy. We...

Okay, it is so hard to write right now with this music going on. It's awesome, but it's loud, and demands attention to be paid. So I'll keep this short, and try my best to avoid any discussion of John Wilkes Booth or Willy Loman.

Over the next few days I'm gonna try and catch up on the time just before James arrived, and the time we spent hanging out. And if you're lucky, we might get a guest writing appearance from James on the blog too. We shall just have to see what transpires.

So, what will these stories be about?

Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.

Well, probably not, but hopefully you'll stay awake and enjoy the ride as much as we did.