I’ve been in the Andaman Islands/Chennai and I’ve been a bit too busy diving and getting drunk to formulate any serious thoughts. But I’m on my way home and I promise to think about feminism for the entire 35-hour trip.
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This would be forgivable if it didn’t sound like so much fun. :p
Diving *and* getting drunk? Not at the same time I hope!
I recently made the discovery, after assuming for years my unchangeable status as a non-swimmer, that I can in fact do a little breaststroke. I was just waiting for the chance to boast about it… and here it is!