May The Wings Of Liberty Never Lose A Feather

It's amusing that I thought that I was clever enough to come up with the title of this post on my own.

Upon an internetz search using our favorite search engine foofle it turns out that Jack Burton from "Big Trouble in Little China" is the inspiration. If you've not seen this film, watch it. It is very fucking inspiring.

That's a picture of the descent in to Christchurch, New Zealand.

Before we get there, let's rewind and reset. It's obvious that this blog has been neglected for far too long and that I've prioritized some other shit in life that was meant to be more important than sharing experiences. Whether that re-prioritization was accurate is moot.

One of you beloved readers expressed a sentiment to me today which echoes sentiment from other readers that this blog is a fun read.

If that's the case it is my duty, no, my honor to continue to write. The Devil and I have worked out a deal wherein I am allocated more hours in a day for the exchange of hours of my life. If you don't think that's funny, then the effect has kicked in and the relativity of time has put you so far behind that you'll get the joke in a day or two.

When we last our Herozero he was flexing his overinflated ego with a ninja in Japan.

Going forward, we'll hear stories about Japan, Northern Italy, New Zealand, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Scotland... I hope you stick around.