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  • Annie Dear: Already planning next year's big adventure

  • And a Happy 4th of July to you all, dear readers.



    I know a number of you will take this golden opportunity to take Friday off and have a good long weekend doing things you do on long weekends, like read, sleep, drink too much and/or eat too much. You may like to go camping, or take a road trip, or jump on a plane. Or, like me, you might like to go fishing.

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  • And a Happy 4th of July to you all, dear readers.
    I know a number of you will take this golden opportunity to take Friday off and have a good long weekend doing things you do on long weekends, like read, sleep, drink too much and/or eat too much. You may like to go camping, or take a road trip, or jump on a plane. Or, like me, you might like to go fishing.
    No, I am not in fact going fishing, I just said I liked it. I used to go deep sea fishing every year back in OZ, and loved every second of it.
    I will confess to a morbid fear of throwing up, so I would dose myself up to the eyeballs with Dramamine because I would much rather chew off my left leg than lose my lunch. I would watch my fellow fishermen, who had happily dived into their coolers for their first beer of the day at 4:30 a.m., turn a delightful shade of green as they realized beer and sloppy seas did not good boat-fellows make.
    If I recall correctly, I would staunchly look at my own fishing line, my own fishing rod, the horizon – anywhere but at the rear of the boat where all I could see were men bent over the side. I didn’t want to overtax my Dramamine by watching or hearing what was going on aft.
    I did try to go fishing here in Missouri once – even went to get a fishing license, but there was a breakdown in communication between me and the boat owner and it just never happened. Looking at the website to Missouri fishing, I was staggered to see the rules and regulations run to 42 pages. Rather takes the fun and mysticism out of the sport if you have to spend the whole time reading about it, not doing it.
    My oldest friend in the world – my dearest Ted – who now lives in China has just got back with his partner from a trip to the summer house in Norway where if the Facebook photos were anything to go by, the fish are plentiful and biting heartily this time of year.
    I commented that I was extremely jealous and he said “come next summer!”
    So that’s what I’m planning for Sir and me for July 4, 2014 – our very first trip to Norway.
    I’m actually amongst myself with anticipation already. I have discovered that the sun rises around 4 a.m. and sets around 11 p.m. this time of year, and a good Norwegian summer day is about on par with an average Sydney winter’s day at about 64 degrees.
    My knowledge of Norway and things Norwegian is woefully inadequate as you can see – but I do have 12 months to bone up before we go.
    Page 2 of 2 - But I have learned this much: Kan du sende meg den Dramamine?
    Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Email her at anniedearkc @hotmail.com
     
     
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